[i carry your gum with me(i carry it on]

[Lizzie]

i carry your gum with me(i carry it on
my sole)i can’t seem to scrape it off(everywhere
i go it goes,you slob;and whatever i try
it won’t let go, keeps adhering,you slattern)
                                                   i need
new shoes(for these were Lauren,biatch)i want
the best(your apathy is unsurpassed,you bag)
and it’s you are whatever listless has always meant
and whoever a mess will always make is you
 
here is the open secret everyone knows
(here is the grind of the jaw and the chud of the cud
and the pie in the eye from a lazy wife;who chucks
rather than find a bin or wrap it up)
and this is the lover who’s keeping me stuck on her
 
i carry your gum(i carry it on my sole)
 
 



e.e. cummings has always irritated me to the max with his self-indulgent spacing and punctuation. I copied them, and his phrasing, from his poem [i carry your heart with me(i carry it in]

I don't like Emily D's work for the same reason. So bite me.

I want to marry this one >< ><

I actually really like ee cummings because he made the English language his biatch

I think it's a clever subversion of the original.

It's full of surprising language and images. The only line I don't think reads well is "and whoever a mess will always make is you."

Otherwise, I find it delightful!