by Chris Butler
I fell in love
with a girl,
but I couldn’t
get off the
ground for awhile,
staring up her skirt
from under
the bleachers,
when she finally grew
grass under there…
(Under where?)
Under her hairless
underwear.
January 6, 2010
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1 comments:
like all of your work, I admire its simultaneously brazen and banal nature.
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