Smile.


C'mon baby, won't you lift your lips for me? Mama, this is the way I was born, I'm sorry you had to learn this way. If i could've told you differently---well, I probably wouldn't have. Forgive me, for I have sinned, and fuck I enjoyed it. More than I should have.

There are too many songs on Romeo and Juliet. Isn't a script, play, and history of exuberance enough justice for the supposed greatest theatrical idea of human existence? I could make you feel like that, but you're not interested, I guess and I understand. Around the same time your pole impaled my left palm, I noticed how stupid my sacrifice was...is. I won't apologize. It's not my style.

There is chapstick, honeydew, cherry, strawberry, vanilla, sugar cookie, pomegranate, oh my! I'm buried alive with stick for lips and only attempting to recreate yours on mine as if it wasn't just a fantasy or dream.

I walked into Hallmark the other night, dazed lost, and stoned on drugs with names of cars and their tires squealing brightly. "I LOVE HERE NOW! GET OUTTA MY HOUSE!" a homeless dwarf screams at the top of his miniscule lungs, I don't hear him, since my ears are perked on the clicking of those new Crush Camel Cigarettes, black pack, bad attitude, and kickin' ass to inhale happily, I can hear. A python, Mr. Giggles, slides over and explains that the Guns for Sale are fake and the real ones are kept at the Citgo gas Station next door. This irritates me.

"I have to shoot someone," I tell him, "I need a gun NOW. I cant go to Citgo."

My friend Jessie walks in, naked and sparkling like all pregnant mothers, but I don't even remember who the daddy is. I must not forget to question her, without letting her know I have the worst memory in the history of the world, my love. Mr. Giggles Giggles deceivingly and pulls a handgun out of his front jumper pocket, handing it to me. "Free of charge" he hackles, and slips away without a slim or sound of him. When A girl like that walks in, your first instinct is to shoot her, so I'm sorry Jessie, but at least the baby lived, what will his name be?

Frontier. His name is Frontier and I wonder if he'll lead the future, the babies of the next generation, after mine, who can actually make a difference. It is too late for us, I know, for me especially. We are lost. and So i lock the gun to my teeth, and glue my finger to the trigger.

Is this tragic enough? BOOM

"I wanted, I wanted you to stay
'cause I needed, I need to hear you say
that I love you. I have loved you all along.
I forgive you. I've Been away for far too long.
Keep breathing, 'cause I'm not leaving you anymore
Believe it, Hold on to me, never let me go."