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  adrienne has a bunch of prose she has written over the years. reading through this is what gave me the idea for posting some of it. she only agreed to let me put it up here if i call the whole thing stupid poetry. now i like to pretend i can do this but i know the truth. adrienne, however, is the REAL thing. check out some of her stuff...

 

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she's glossy

   glossier than me

her lower lip

   looks tipped

like she pushed it

   down and it

        stayed

 

i bet men like her

   lips

her hair is longer, too

suddenly, i don't like

her

   because she is

prettier than me

then it twists

and i think shes

 a doll

a doll with a

coffee pot.

        i keep

hating the women

   who keep laughing

   at her after

   she brings them

        coffee

i want to kill them

   for her

to slay those

   dragons

so she'll smile

and bring me

   coffee

  

    i notice she's got the

hands of a chubby

   little girl

but shes so slim

        it's sorta cute

deciding the chubby

        hands

hold lots of plates,

   i think it makes

me like her more.

 

everyone likes venus de

   milo without

her arms

i think thats sick

   so she can't fight

   if you

fuck her?

it's like being mute

   i suppose

its hard to scream

   in sign language

 

she brought me

   more coffee

        and

a pencil sharpener

i think she thinks

   i'm nice

   i think she's

goddess of coffee

        shops

who wouldn't like

   someone who

has little girl hands

   and has a pencil

sharpener in her

        purse?

i don't want to

   know them.

 

her name tag says

        grisalda

it just doesn't

   go

with her frieda

        kalho

   good looks.

suppose frieda

   doesn't fit

        either

 

i know she will

   be very

unhappy later

tonight when

more dragon women

   come in

 

maybe i should stay


at a glacial glance

  a searing sweep

      now he thinks

  he knows me.

I bury my fury

  somewhere

     near my feet.

plastered by the

  sink now there

  is no hole

     and my hand

  has healed nicely,

I've forgotten

     what is was

to trust. or try.