Thursday, June 4, 2009

Prayers, Portraits, Post-Its (19)

The Elevator

“Don't forget me,” she murmured, which he thought was absurd:
She'd dumped him, after all, and was sleeping with some turd;
But she knew what was up in that box going down:
There's getting to Amnesia, and there's settling into town.

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