Peanut butter in the glove
Menthol in the mask
The box reset to “sabre” every time you
Glance away
An urgent message that your car’s
Been towed
Best of all—your weapons surreptitiously
Assembled with a
shorter blade
All these glorious, wicked thoughts
Maybe it’s a good thing I stayed home last night…
Friday, April 2, 2010
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