Written by Melissa Booey
Takes a telescope to see my curves -
a morphine drip to calm my nerves, but
for a close-up look at open wounds, you can see my hollows from
You can check it out eight days a week.
Nightly showings down at shit-show creek, and
If you’d believe it, it’s all for free!
Since all I really want is company…
All I really want is company.
All I really need is the company.
“If you leave me now you’ll rue the day!” As you’ve slammed the door,
I finally say. But it’s too late now, which is such the theme.
I add, “Well… I’ll be fine,” quickly losing steam.
My guardian angel looks on prayerfully, “Please Lord, do
let the poor girl dream.”