Reanimated Lavender Granola Switchblade Nun rides again.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

The Monster Of Birmingham's Last Words



Do I look hot

In my arrest photograph?

Do I look appealing?

Or not?

And beyond that,

Do I look like the kind of girl

Who would do the kinds of things

That I have been accused of?


Do I look weary

Being led into the courtroom?

Do I look pale?

Suitably teary?

And beyond that,

Beyond looking wretched in this orange suit,

Do I look like the kind of girl

Who would do these things, and then lie to you?


I had to do it.

I had to...

Are you sure I never told you

How much I know about ju jitsu?


So when I saw her standing there,

Happy, and

All those things I cannot bear for her to be,

I had no choice.

It was something in her voice when she

Looked at me and asked, "How are we?"

I was bound to snap.

Surely you can see.

Surely you can see that.


Do I look sorry?

Are you sure I don't look fat?

Do I seem remorseful?

Humble?

But beyond all that,

Do I look like the kind of girl

Who belongs in a place like this?

And, as I blow the press one final kiss,


Do I seem

Better than her?

Oh tell me, please tell me

I've always been

Better than her...

Tell me, do I seem

Better than her?

Do I?


Darling, you've always been

So honest,

So true,

So kind, I know you wouldn't lie.

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Photograph: Jordana Brewster

19 comments:

  1. it wasn't me! :) innocent. haha, your a riot

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  2. Better than her-of course, and better than me for sure.(no matter 200 followers or 20...)

    I love it, as always... queen of witches, goddesses, poetesses and, in general... queen of queens

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  3. The tone is well placed, the insecure bad ass. The dichotomy of humanity.

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  4. Your imagination and creativity are simply boundless!
    Always fresh and interesting, I so look forward to reading you as soon as I turn my computer on.

    Secretia

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  5. YES !
    YES !
    No.
    No.
    No.
    No.
    Yes.
    No.
    No.
    Yes.
    Never!
    Yes.
    Yes.
    Yes.
    YES !!

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  6. The pacing of this is outstanding.

    And, beyond that, I just love it.

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  7. So sad that there are such sick individuals in the world...

    The poem rings true, Shay.

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  8. That was terrific and so LA!!!! I swear it could be half the girls on Melrose Avenue.

    jj

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  9. How do you come up with this stuff? :)

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  10. aaaaah, i sense duplicity.... well done, shay!

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  11. Innocent? Its like being normal .. no one wants to be thought of as normal .. or innocent ..

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  12. This reminds me of when I had some major surgery once and was in the hospital. I felt like shit and looked like it. This perky nurse comes in all smiles and said "How are we, today?"

    If only the flower vase had been closer, I might have found my way into the orange jump suit:~)

    This was a very interesting poem!

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  13. Ah, I really like this. Truth be told, I think many woman are like this, they just don't want anyone to know their true selves;) The inner part of them, that no one sees, no one knows, but themselves.

    Fabulous as always, dearest Shay!

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  14. You pick the best images for your poems, amiga.

    Btw, remind me never to ask you, "How are we?"

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  16. You have always been "better than her"! And I have never in my life ..lied. (What is "lied"?)--grin!

    Oh! And also, "How are we today?"

    One guy asked me that every morning before a meeting (6 AM) and I--every morning--answered him, "I am doing GREAT...but don't know about YOU!"

    Nice to visit you again, friend!

    And you certainly do NOT look like the kind of girl who belongs in a place like that....

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  17. I pick "A" on everything. Oh, hang on, this isn't multiple choice? :P

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