Smoked
Marlboros
So
did I for about five minutes
Her
breasts small just like I prefer them
She
was a bad ass
My
fixation on the Lizard King drew her to me
Had
a Radio Shack cassette player I’d play The Doors on before school
When
my car cracked up of course she found another chauffeur
His
name was Andy and he was cool and fucked her like I knew she desired
This
poetry may break your heart, but keep in mind the notes we passed to one
another during study hall in Dante’s Inferno
Trying
to find my way through the wallflowers and Gideon Bible weeds
During
the OJ trial got lost in Ocala National Forest and am so thankful it spit me
back out
Time
passed slowly in her mom’s kitchen because it was only a few blocks from the
dysfunctional debris I had recently crawled out from
Dating
Leslie Betty was like sipping a cool refreshing beverage in the middle of a
vast desert of Holly Golightly saints and John Grisham evil lawyers
Leslie
afforded me the strength to step back and wallow in the self-pity of another
burst super nova
I
wish we would have made love in the cramped quarters of her room where even she
could no longer hide from her teenage queen drama
Charles Cicirella
5/17/19 
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