God didn't give me
a boyfriend
he gave me
the white martyrdom
of doing without one
I've known some potential
boyfriends
they were swine
they were elephants
and me pearls
and crystal
You don't want me
you never did
(why, for God's sake?)
Life
is free
and the book
isn't free
I cry
it rains
but that's
Verlaine
Or:
such a beautiful
day
and I'm not
fornicating
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