From the I Know Why The Caged Rat Sings collection, c. 1998:
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Well, are you?
"Are you fucking her?"
Perhaps, at the time, it seemed a ridiculous question,
but with distance, I can see why he'd think that.
"Again, I reiterate - are you fucking her?"
(He probably doesn't remember it, but this was from a conversation that the Captain and I had when I was living in my mom's basement. Mom had a neighbor who had a 13- or 14-year-old daughter who would flirt pretty aggressively with me. I had sense enough not to do anything about it, but the question was still asked, because really, I wouldn't have put it past me at the time, either. The "her" in question ended up doing OK for herself in spite of my rejections, I hear, but she had a very young child who died in the last year or so, which is awful.)
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His dream was to own a Grand Prix.
He's 24 now. He owns a Grand Prix.
Now what?
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Bart Villa was the most confusing, most
haphazard year of my life, except for the three
I lost. Why, then, do I miss it so horribly?
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I keep on waiting
For her to drive by
Yeah, I barely know her
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Christy came by the store. She's married and
has a baby now, but that never stopped me before.
I got her movies for her and she went on
her way; the aspirin overdose incident of 1992
still casts her in a different light.
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It's all water under the bridge, but caution:
bridges freeze before roadway.
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Modern mothers for obscenity!
(I think this was from something else that crept into my subconscious. Hope I didn't plagiarize anyone too badly there; if so, I apologize.)
(really, they get better)
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