Looking

 

On here cause I’ve been told

I can’t be a power couple

without another person.

Whoever said Asian girls

can’t dance never met me.

 

Twentyfour.

Hairy.

Sarcastic.

Libra.

Feminist.

Brat & Professional Crybaby.

My friends already think I’m too good for you.

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Poem for Paul Thomas Anderson (For Phantom Thread)

 

I’m afraid I might be the Woodcock type.

I too need to poison myself to feel better.

I too cannot tell the difference between

growing colder and growing more earnest.

Better to slave away at your own redemption

than ask someone else to waitress it for you.

But maybe there is someone out there who

knows me well enough to make me slave.

I think I could love a person like that

without ever realizing I was falling in love.


R. Charboneau