07-18-2013, 01:26 AM
Were you there yesterday, or was it me,
standing there in the spring like a row of corn
from a memory of that autumn day
you didn't come to see me on our birthday.
It was a broken ministry,
just your mother, your dad,
eternal undertaker in common Saturday,
and a host of other guests.
You smiled when I walked over,
wearing your black trousers, like me,
instead of your usual black skirts
that mimic your father's profession.
Handing out samples in a grocery store;
I guess when every girl's dream is to become a succubus,
the legitimate ones have to find legitimate work too.
So was it you? Everyone thought you were my sister,
except your parents, of course; and thank goodness for that.
Otherwise I wouldn't have been able to take you home
and let you steal so much of my soul.
Something your boyfriend has never had to offer.
standing there in the spring like a row of corn
from a memory of that autumn day
you didn't come to see me on our birthday.
It was a broken ministry,
just your mother, your dad,
eternal undertaker in common Saturday,
and a host of other guests.
You smiled when I walked over,
wearing your black trousers, like me,
instead of your usual black skirts
that mimic your father's profession.
Handing out samples in a grocery store;
I guess when every girl's dream is to become a succubus,
the legitimate ones have to find legitimate work too.
So was it you? Everyone thought you were my sister,
except your parents, of course; and thank goodness for that.
Otherwise I wouldn't have been able to take you home
and let you steal so much of my soul.
Something your boyfriend has never had to offer.