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My Student Loans Meet Me In A Dark Alley
First of the month, empty those pockets,
Mr. College Grad, Mr. Dollar Menu,
Mr. Nothin’ To Show For None of It.
Don’t you ball your fists when you talk to me.
That English degree you got don’t step that hard.
The Bard never boxed, bud, and neither do…
My poem, “My Student Loans Meet Me In A Dark Alley,” in the newest issue of Borderline!
"All we know is passing us by, even the laps will grow cold. There are days that I only snuggle my shadow, my former self, this life is fleeting. [purrs a poignant reminder of his own and our world’s mortality, sees a string, what is this string doing here, come here string, stop moving, come here now, is that a bug?]” - Ginger C. Fuzzybottom
“I hope she grows up to be a pretty little fool. That’s about the best a girl can hope for these days, to be a pretty little fool.”
They always ask
how I got so many men
to love me, to line up
like I was the only
speakeasy for miles.
It was simple.
I knew a parlor trick.
Taught the men how to be
ventriloquists, to throw
their voice from another room
and force it out of my own
I loved you. I love you.
Yes. You, you, you.
I heard Gatsby was shot down
in his swimming pool—the one
built with me in mind:
my white suit, my hair
tucked into a swim cap, splashing
around like his little bird.
I heard when he was shot
it looked like Valentine roses
scattered about the chlorine
and this, too, was for me.
How wretched, and how divine
to love two men and have one
so you won’t have
Oh, simple flower,
you know you would have
Megan Falley’s Poem “Fool” from the voice of The Great Gatsby’s Daisy. TOO GOOD.
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Presumably blueprints of the first atoms
were the wrong size.
|—||Anneylyse Gelman, from “Cage For Dead Canaries,” published in Rufous City Review (via myshoesuntied)|