By Amanda Deo
How do I move through
your hair
skipping constellations
because we’re just
too drunk
and this is how we met
10 beers on your
grandmother’s table
turned into
a marriage.
Posted in Amanda Deo on November 19, 2010| 2 Comments »
By Amanda Deo
How do I move through
your hair
skipping constellations
because we’re just
too drunk
and this is how we met
10 beers on your
grandmother’s table
turned into
a marriage.
Posted in Amanda Deo on May 27, 2010| 4 Comments »
By Amanda Deo
You told me to go fuck myself so
I put the kettle on. (This is a
phenomenon in America)
Slapped the microwave with
an open hand. Kicked the
recycling bin like Jackie Chan.
Handed the fridge its ass like
Chuck Norris. Reached for the
milk that was now expired
and I really wish we’d
fought about your
mother last
Tuesday.
Posted in Amanda Deo on April 11, 2010| 2 Comments »
By Amanda Deo
I was thinking I
could probably work
for Hallmark and
sell my love
for $3.99. You’d see
my heart in a
card on a shelf at
Walgreens and know
it’s all for you. Send
my message nation wide
to sit on office desks
and front hall shelves.The
classic Valentine’s Be Mine and
some pseudo-original Count Yer
Lucky Stars, I love ya for Paddy’s day.
It all seems kind of
bullshit I know but
it’s too late now for
picking and choosing
methods of contact and
reaching out and
saying the things we
aren’t allowed to say.