Wednesday, November 19, 2014


She says to me in the car
Pointing at the woman
'Omg, she has so much cellulite! It's Disgusting!'

Later at night, he
(Twain of her core, sprung
From the same two souls)
Kisses my cellulite away,
The cross thatch on my hip
Is as beautiful as any
Battle scar.

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