Sunday, April 17, 2011

NaPoWriMo, Day Sixteen, Poem Nine

IRL

My cyberflirtatuousness
advertises the smoothness
of a granite milkshake
more roughage to mix in
before we are done

You keep church rounds
i follow confessions
answering new questions
sans curtain, metal screen

The truth is not my friend
answers begetting more
need for a different face
as long as you've seen this one

You tease me for using periods
say they mark my quick words
like curt shushes of librarians
i talk more open-endedly
less finality for now

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