Friday, January 22, 2010

She Said



There's no time to wash your hair
, he says. You look perfect, he says. I just thought of it this very minute, he says. I have to listen to my genius when she speaks.


Mystery, my ass. I haven't had my coffee, and this is last season's dress. He said it matched my eyes, but my eyes are not green! As though it matters. Leonard, you big flamer, you're not even looking at my boobs. I am smiling. Look, if your genius was so hot to see my teeth, she would have given me two minutes to brush them.

Ecch, I feel slim. All I can say is, no one else better ever see this painting.



Photobucket

2 comments: