You Really Know Me, Don’t You?

I stick in your head
like mother’s roast pudding
Brad Pitt’s hairline
celebrity runs
stuck on abs
the curve of augmentation.

And you owe me
learn in your sleep
like a night terror until
I’m cemented allegory
pass-on-able gossip
season 4 back story.

And you think if one day
I’m desperate like you
if I get encephalitis
I’ll consider it.

Sure. Sure I will, guy.
I’ll give it my best review.
know me

Peggy 2013 (NaPoWriMo #8)

He likes you the way Jack liked you
when you liked him at school
trepidatiously
and this amounted to lunch with seven other people at his house
on Wednesdays.

This guy has a wife.

Jack has a wife now too
but the space between you
isn’t a gridded text book, anymore
waiting for a cheat easy answer.
Your chemistry would be quashed like five day old avocado
kind of the wrong color
melting in the fridge drawer against a strawberry box.

There is no move on New Year’s
with this guy or Jack
or any other guy that works for you or doesn’t
or even someone you could afford
the going rate’s within means now
but being able to afford something doesn’t mean you’re going to get it
necessarily, does it?
peggy 2013