[A word doodle today to celebrate the George Clooney of blogging: It's Peter DeWolf's birthday. Go. Show him with love. Like you do everyday. Not that I'm jealous...]
Most days I wake up
(That’s a lie
I wake up every day)
Thinking of Red
Underwear
Women’s underwear
Thinking of
Stolen glances
Of
Women’s underwear
And incredible
Sex
With lips fluttering
From ankle
To hipbone
To women’s underwear
Then I think
What
The
Fuck
My first thoughts shouldn’t
Go straight to straight
Romance
Sex
Heartache
Hotel rooms
Love
Gilmore Girls
Or
Most of all
Meg Ryan movies
But they do
And they will
And you know who is to blame
His people will be hearing
From my people
But until then
I’ll dream of
Falling in love
With his
Fictional characters
Real life exes
Future wives
And their red underwear