Love Letter-Unloved Poem by Colin Pickett

Her cursive made
me sick-
like overinflated
balloons they choked
the life out of me.

The arches screamed.
The loops and whorls
scraped my eyes, like an
enormous chin
with
enormous stubble
projected on a movie screen
where I had a front row seat.
(Inside Joke!)

The reeking stench of
her efficient naivety
raked my brain
like a dull safety razor,
tripping on the
lobes and mounds
that allowed me to
read it in the
first place.