Bertha, the place is burning, burning,
And it's just as well--
You were never happy here.
Come down off the roof, girl.
We will glide across the wet lawn like two foaming new ghosts--
Fresh as morning.
Sugar,
You will not miss
The grim-faced help bringing tainted chicken soup.
You will not miss
All the new wives with their tiresome luggage.
You will not even miss your husband--
He loved his dog better than you.
Madwoman nothin'.
Come, we'll hit the early sales.
Whatever it is,
I will kiss it better.
Whatever it is,
There's an endorphin for that.
Bertha, the place is burning, burning,
And yet the outside air is so sweet--
Dearie, you were never any madder
Or one bit crazier
Than me.
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for Willow's Magpie 25
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Reanimated Lavender Granola Switchblade Nun rides again.
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Saturday, July 31, 2010
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Folie A Deux

Everyone deserves to be happy
Including you,
My peach.
So if you want to bring your Sweet Jane around,
That's fine.
That's jussssst
Fine.
In fact,
If you like her so much
Why don't you marry her?
Oh.
There is that.
I do try, you know--
To keep myself up...
To make myself attractive to you...
But,
When you padlock the door like that,
I can't get to the salon.
And oh,
Let one measly set of drapes catch fire
And everybody's twitchy for a week.
I was only trying
To let some daylight in.
I was only trying
To snap everybody out of their comas
And that tiresome English reserve.
Go ahead,
Have your little schoolmarm.
I could probably even do something with this attic;
I've begun by
Embossing your wedding invitations
On the wall
With my fingernails.
Can't we please be friends?
If I smile and extend my hand,
Would you waltz me just this once
For old time's sake again?
Oh, darling,
Look at me!
I don't know how I got here, on the roof!
Behold my charity,
My forgiveness, and my love--
The last you'll ever see.
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