your eyes were all mist and murder
seducing me even (or especially) with
the silver knife you kept so slyly in your
left hand, pointing it downward as if
you did not intend to wound me
but your voice jerked me back to life
straining me through copper-wire
modern modems and too much
makeup and snippets and pixels and
how much are you worth to them?
last year we had pearls and record players
and we sat with our chins resting lightly
on our fingers and we drank flutes of
champagne and we smiled just enough
and never laughed too long
now all these paper crowns shine too bright
and all these pastel colors wax sinister
and i see all these flimsy frozen people whose
mouths never change and on the television
the volume is turned up two notches too loud
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you know what is really really reallllllly strange? the entire time i was reading your poem, i thought it was by kerri. i was about to tell kerri how good it was and how much i liked it. i will tell you instead.
that would have been a good pun if they were stars of "heroes".
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