i.

he'll call her Cinderella, she'll

throw a shoe that isn't hers into the

hundred mile (or five foot) space

between them.

all these poets are only singers

who have misplaced their voices

under all the ink and angst.

never trust anyone with a toupée,

never drive naked,

never microwave Bacofoil,

and never, ever believe a sentence that starts with

honestly.

ii.

he says: Sorry

to which she replies: I know you are

(but what am I?)

he says: Mistake. and Promise.

she says: Don't

(he interrupts: with the L-word)

she finishes: Hate me because I'm beautiful.

laughter and exit stage l-

awyer.