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Return On InvestmentAt some point during the prolonged interaction Seth removed her earrings.
He had been worried that the delicate pearls would be lost,
But the simple act had doomed them to just that.
When all was said and done Anna could not find the heirloom bangles
And found herself slightly irritated with the man for his gallantry.
His intentions were grand, but the results were dreadful.
Psycho BabbleWhy don't we talk about beautiful things anymore?
Why must everything we say be the solution to a problem?
Words uttered are always darker than the faces we make.
Tell me, he says, and I find that I'm choking on things I can't say
But with one withering look, it becomes rush of thoughtless thoughts.
My stream of consciousness brims at my eyes
And I think I'm giving away the end to a Harlequin Romance.
How do you tell a grower that he plants a damned crop?
I'll keep clouding the skies
and my tears will keep falling onto deaf ears.
He and the HarlotFrom across the table he peered with steepled fingers at her
Bouncy, blonde, pink and white and used all over.
She asked why he hadn't mentioned the other girl earlier.
"Honesty," he muttered "Is the best policy in all matters
(Here he gazed at her sharply with his grey eyes, pursing his lips
Pausing for effect.)
"You are pick up, drop off dry cleaning but you forget to press my shirts--
Though you pay tedious amounts of attention to my pants."
Once again she thinks aloud: I even liked you.
I wouldn't have died for you. I wouldn't have married you.
But just when I was about to give up, you gave me back a smile.
Just when I had decided not to put out, I gave in
And now that you give a care for me, give me a real name, a purpose
You're giving me my freedom.
She took her bag from the table, took her shame from the coat rack
And left him for another man.
Those Who Walk Back InI knew a girl once who was constantly bumping into walls and poles
Because she was always looking back.
She was so bruised and battered from her own misdirection
That she always sought to avoid repeating her mistakes
But as a result walked back into the same walls and poles
That she walked into last week.
I told her that if she didn't want to feel the pain,
She should march proudly forward, eyes pinned on the future.
It was only then that she realized she had forgotten how,
And her neck was all twisted the wrong way--
The worst case of regret scoliosis I have ever seen.
MaturityIf I had told you that I prepared myself each day just for you
would you have been more attentive?
It works like this:
As an infant, there is an instinctual, uncontrollable impulse.
Open your eyes! See the world!
Make noise! Rejoice that you have breath!
Listen to this ruckus! Someday you will make your own!
As an adult there is also an instinctual, uncontrollable impulse.
You don't have to see this. Just look away.
Don't talk about that. Nothing good can come from this discussion.
This white noise is poisoning you. Change the channel, turn off the radio.
You were always so mature--
For better or for worse.
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