Tuesday, May 5, 2009

My Hero


Dear Sylvie,

Once I saw you dancing

on a big red table and you were

flipping your hair around

and prancing

like psychedelic pony.

What the fuck was up

With the hundred bare-chested boys

in tight black trousers?

When you’re

flapping your arms,

kicking your legs and

doing the splits like that,

you honestly look like

you’re batshit insane.


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