Though externally I was cut with precision
evenly, hanging razors
perplexity fogged my conscience.
When I should have been concentrating
on pulling into the intersection to turn left
or stirring the pot constantly to boil,
I was distracted.
And now
I extend my condolences for the loss of your
sweet lady.
Dearest grandmamma,
I am sorry that my missing ponytail detracts
from my image of godliness
and hinders my ability to appreciate
appropriate table settings.
Cosmopolitan,
I apologize that I must tear out pages 32-35
and 41-47
and 108
that describe so accurately how to get the best
“post booty waves”.
CVS,
to you I really am sincerely woeful.
Your success was dependent on my monthly venture
into the haircare aisle.
A frenzy!
I will see you semi annually now.
I’ll be sure to buy some cigarettes to make up the difference.
Spectacled lady on the subway,
waiter at Chili’s,
stiffed adolescent,
I’m sorry that you can’t see something
sexier..
Sir,
I’m sorry that your woman doesn’t look like a woman,
that you are so frightened
here, hold my hand instead.
I understand the trials you must be under,
quite some trial indeed
not having something to hold onto
when you want to fuck me like a dog.
God knows you need reigns to reel in
your bitch.
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