Bad Poetry Friday

Untitled (July 1999)

These are still about that same boy. You can also read a flash fiction short story loosely based on the breakup on


I miss my lover

my crazy, crazy lover

who can seduce me with his smile

I don’t mind parked cars in empty lots

or making love only in socks in November

Anything is heaven when he is here.

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