…steal chocolates, steal a hit,
it all leads back to
“what would you give?”
to be the norm, to feel adorned,
to be happy with sappy stupidities.
I’ve rarely known a perfect Man;
somewhat, I guess, my oldest sister can
epitomize what I had wanted,
once, a fairy tale ago.

…sad these eyes, languishing inside,
did I say stupidity, I meant idiocy!
I am not stupid, I am not wise,
just a blend of ends gripping price tags
of sanguine prize. “Why do I try?”
yell I in senseless snits, comatize
my life so something fits;
and slip and slide, one size sits all,
of course, I know, I will fall.
Once…I did not care.

Erin Moen
11/20/03
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