And Her Promises are Prettier Than Yours.

She’ll call you back in

With dreams in her hands

Little pages

Paper birds

With promises written in symbols

Instead of words.

Red nails tapping

Her soft Morse Code

Tap tappa tapping



She’ll call you in

On most sincere terms

Noble ideals

Of love, trust, and

Gillian’s Island reruns.



Your Pygmalion

The changes you plan to make

To the ugly girl

With tired eyes

The ugly girl

That promises everything

With the paper cup

She’s filled up

In her hands.

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