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My best friend all but called me a slut
My "best friend" all but called me a slut.
My temper called her a doctor after giving her a concussion.
My horoscope suggested a visit to a well-known psychoanalyst and gave me a business card with her morning, midday and midnight telephone numbers plus a ten-percent discount if I brought along a male friend, preferably the one causing my current "distress".
My dreams featured fences.
My mother shook her head and filled mine to the brim with subtitled pictures of the latest analogy between men and dogs. I emptied mine soon after.
My father barked.
My sister wanted to know who had finished all the hot water and why the toilet seat was up.
My eardrums became tired from all these drummings so I gave them the day off.Then:
My male friend and I took off into the silent, serene sunrise.
A great piece! I have read most of your poems and am amazed at how true it is that you write from your heart. I want to read more!
I know what u mean mybest friend
recently called did that and the family thingsounds familiar to but u show true meaning
tara