reading about a two-faced baby.
Been a few months since
I gave up praying
you would call. Maybe I hit
too close to home and those
hidden things that a guy
has to find out sometime.
Through those teardrop glasses
and the sweaty shorts from the Y
I like it when you blush
when I call you
beautiful but you never call
back; you write a letter
telling me you're interested
but slow.
Go to hell I said
after a while until
the supermarket and the blush
and the mile-wide smile
and I wished you would
have dinner with me
but you are tv
and the remote has no batteries]
and I never can figure out
how those movies of the week
get to me
(c)Daniel Pravda 2009
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