You were the demon on the late-nate train
back from Mississippi to New Orleans. You
were the red-hot chili peppers makin' me
dance from my seat to drop on the floor
where you stood. My roots may be showin'
when I tell you it's just that everyday-
feel-like-a-dumbass-when-your-boss-says-so
day, and you've thrown more plates at me
than you've ever washed. Now, that's just
what you were.
Author notes
For the prompt: Marry me.
A contest entry
- Free Verse Writers....It's Time To Be Creative by Dalaney.
975 points, ended June 3, 2008, 18 entries
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