I am sorry that i dont give you what you deserve I am sorry that i expected you to emerge from your connecticut cocoon sparkling pink & baby new

But i rarely know where to put my hands anyway, can you blame me?

You are a vision of confidence & calvary ques

To see you doubt them so quickly destroys the spine of the storybook as much as it reaffirms your humanity

Do not discount this, dear

Your bluegrey vision may be unforgiving but it twists the sidewalk in ways that lend your leering a salty sordidness which brought me to you so

I guess we've got that to thank

But not to wax

That one's for the dripping & the wicking