on your feet

You,

and your, “as long as your eyes are open and you’re standing on your feet it’s a good day,” and I wish you’d’a been a guy so I might have pushed you down, even if I would never have of course, you being tiny and pretty and even if you’d been 6 ft 200 lbs with a beard I’d not have touched you because I’m not like that and besides you made a very good point and whatever I thought, however I was feeling, you had every right to say that, and mostly bolster your own good feelings right then, and just because I was feeling pretty lousy myself and out of love as usual, though I felt like I was close to actually having a girlfriend who I talked to on the phone now and then and wished was here and I might have been falling face first into love like I hadn’t since I was a kid, but just because I happened to be feeling like a fly on a windshield when you said that, I should never have told you to

bite me.


20 November 2002