Poetry, The Written Word

It must be Tender Times by T.W. Snicket

Comments Off 30 June 2019

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Love me tonight
Leave in the morning

Wondering what our
story was

This is your place

I am 37

Do you want me to grab some
breakfast sandwiches

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As I walk into the street
to grab breakfast
half of me is saying
don’t go back
eat your sandy
go home and
wonder what her name is

but
I am fuzzy
and I think I remember
liking her

I am bring ing the
breakfast back
asking her right away
if she knows my name
then when she gets my name right

Inevitable asking me
What’s my name
I say Jen with confidence
She says “What”
Jen
My name is not Jen
Is your friend Jen
Ya her name was Jen
Shit
You idiot
My name is Regina

You know I was fucking with you
I told you last night
I hate Kennedy Carpet Cleaner

I am a Regina Steamer guy
Burrito Time

I already ate my SECOND
Can I use your bathroom

What a great morning

Trying to be me

Wondering what do you See

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