Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Day 215: Mad Girls dot com

We need to talk. It seems I hate your stone-
washed jeans enough to countenance concluding
this thing. It's not the little kinks alone
that broke it--qualitatively, excluding
the parts I liked, emergent properties
got in the way.  It's always science screwing
our match-ups--hypothetically, we tease
the data out and publish it while viewing
the video on iPhones, Androids, You-
Tube. We're not picky--that's the problem. Cut-
offs aren't much clearer.  Look, we've both been through
this: take the cash and don't forget to shut
the window.  Leave the shorts beside the bed.
I'm glad I made you up inside my head.

2 comments:

Unknown said...

oh yes I recognise this! The levels of exhibitionism take the breath away. I find it disconcerting, and yet horribly fascinating.

bysshe said...

Aye, it was fun to write, and I am not sure how it ended all Plathy, except that it felt right for it to do so. Thank you for reading it.