Friday, November 19, 2010

5/10- Dear Abby, Here are you clothes.

I sometimes wish they would all die
in a freak steamroller accident--

Jax miniskirts
And pastel Pappagallos

What are you going to be for Halloween?
The girl who would be queen?

I hope your pockets are deep enough to hold all your teeth.

Tonight: Don't look for a glass-smashing
Hotel room-trashing
Scorpio.

Or animal
Magic.

My generation
Makes me sick.

But Abby,
You wear it so well.

I am often sad
That I don't have a gag reflex

When you say,

"Look what Fridita did with all those silly costumes and flowers in her hair."

!WARNING: Doing so may result in
Carbon monoxide poisoning.

I am very afraid
That this is

The climax of my life.

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