Boy - Denise Duhamel

May 06, 2008 18:45

I run into my old boyfriend's new boyfriend
on Boylston Street and, as he talks, I fish around
in my handbag, my pockets, for something sharp
so I can stab him. He prattles insensitive circles:
how my old boyfriend is impossible, but I already know that.
I want to call him queer boy, a faggot: he keeps calling me "hun,"
twirling the fringe on my ( Read more... )

poetry, denise duhamel, 2008

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ilaughyou May 6 2008, 11:26:40 UTC
and i thought you wrote it!

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asthenos May 6 2008, 11:35:24 UTC
I'd love to have written something this viciously clever and fun. As far as the subject matter is concerned, however, I don't have the appropriate experience. :D

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ilaughyou May 7 2008, 04:31:14 UTC
for a moment i thought, you supposedly owning that experience, i have such a boring life. ho hum.

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asthenos May 7 2008, 14:16:32 UTC
I'm pretty sure my life's far more boring than yours. So don't worry. Hahaha!

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the_erotomanic May 6 2008, 16:17:03 UTC
nice. poor new boyfriend.

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asthenos May 7 2008, 14:43:13 UTC
Karma lang 'yan.

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bespoke_couture May 6 2008, 16:42:16 UTC
Eyeluvit. She actually writes bitingly funny and urbane poems. I remember her Barbie poems...XOXO (I'm sorry I just had to write that down. I've been turned! I've been reduced to reciting the Gossip Girl intro to myself the whole day.) :-)

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asthenos May 7 2008, 14:44:28 UTC
Yes, it was Razel who introduced me to her way back recently. (Hahaha!)

And reciting the GG intro to yourself? Exag. Magseselos na talaga sina Kieron.

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