Poems for dating
Or—no need— let it stand there; you still can’t see it.) But who needs happy when you’ve got all these lemons. Goodbye, finally, to all of you who wrote perfectly nice messages—not crass, not cut-and-paste twee, not mean, (not funny), just perfectly fucking polite and decent messages that conveyed nothing so much as “I am interested in you as a human being,” which I probably ignored, possibly unfairly, my fear of being too much to someone more profound, still, than my wariness of being too little.
The infatuated doodle adored initials on Trapper Keepers and never shut the fuck up. If love’s a fall, this is where you consider dismantling the railing. Goodbye, “some college,” whenthat lack of subject-verb agreement cries out for “more.” Speaking of my arrogance goodbye to your reading material. (Then again, I never finished either.) (And really, not a single book written by a woman?
He spent years gaining the knack for the nick of time, the turn, the on-a-dime dick joke that beats them back. But keep that guard up— this tests agility, not strength. (Also, your contract: Some night you’ll be a monster.) “I gave up my car a year ago” It broke and for six months sat outside his old apartment, even after he moved.
* “I sold my car and have been getting to know the city by bike” (architect edition) It’s not that he’s classist—but desperation spoils the view.
” (Joyce) or just “a hundred and eighty-two” (Carroll), whether they had been “prepared by drinking” (Pope) or written “wildly..stopping to think” (Dunbar).
It is the way that you show your partner that you care about them.