“This isn’t me,” I
said,
“What happened to my
pinafore?
“Why are my eyes so
red?”
And my reflection, as
the thing
Is wont to do, replied,
“I don’t know who you
think you are,
But I am on your side.”
“The Pinafore we left
behind,
Abandoned on a reef;
The ship went down as you
went down
On somebody named
Steve.”
“We drank enough to
drop a mule.
I can’t remember why
My face fell in the
toilet bowl
A-swirling, ‘Let me
die.’”
“Well, die, I haven’t
done that yet.
Well, that’s what
people say.
If you return my boxer
shorts,
I’ll read your résumé.”
“Miss Rabbit, show the
young man out.
He must have things to
do.
Some hearts to break or
notes to take.
(I would, if I were
you.)”
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