Monday, March 16, 2009

274. DEAREST DARLING LILY

DEAREST DARLING LILY
I just wanted to write and say I love you -
and that you left your clothes in the back of
the car. How'd you get home that morning?
Naked as the evening star? Did I drop you
off bare-ass naked? Did I at least walk you
from the car? For myself, I can't remember a
thing - but that's often now how things are.
I promise I'll cut down on my drinking, if
you can cut back on the love. All this
fornicating has got me thinking - we do
well together, like fingers in a glove.
I always want it to be this way,
though I know it probably
can't last. If that's going
to be a problem, let's
keep going and
get it done,
fast.

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