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"Give it up, you stupid girl," Mary whispers
out of the corners of her mouth back to
the corners of the mirror, round and round
On with her skirt and on with her heels,
On with the show!
A brand-new production
Dizzying night from the
dizzying height
Top o' the bank building,
a special supper,
Just for her, you see. Just because
"I wanted to see you again," he whispers,
words hanging ripely from the edges of his
no-good, dirty-rotten
wonderfully promising...
"Before I had to leave."
And it's the same old story.
Boy meets girl,
glances from the corner of his eye
and decides
he likes her,
another senseless crime
hits the stage
a homicide
Over wine
Lights! Camera! Action!
It's finally time
To admit that while
"I really like you, Mary..."
A softened glance, a pat on the back, it's just another
failed romance.
And a tear trickles down her cheek,
down the mirror,
down the drain.


AUTHOR'S COMMENT

I've been painting, which means I haven't been writing. Thought I'd jot down a quick something. I'm getting rustier. And rust is not flattering.