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    deadutante posted an update in the group Group logoshare your psyche: 2 years, 11 months ago

    Error Operator

    If you miss my voice but
    an automated message will tide you over,
    press one.

    If I forgot my house keys on the
    night stand again,
    press two.

    If you can slash my
    credit debt in half with no interest,
    press three.

    If it’s Valentines and your
    alone with a bottle of wine,
    press four.

    If your are left the only one laughing
    in your crowd of friends again,
    press five.

    If it’s Sunday night at 10pm and you forgot
    we had plans during the day,
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    If you’ve had an epiphany
    and you care to share,
    press seven.

    If your done waiting for me
    to figure out your life,
    press eight.

    If you’ve fallen in stinging nettles
    and can’t get up,
    press nine.

    If your without the courage to talk
    to me on the phone,
    press zero then pound.

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    Clowder posted an update in the group Group logoshare your psyche: 3 years ago

    Combustion

    all cats are grey in the dark,
    except for the ones who aren’t.
    and all these bridges lead to
    bonfires, where the witches
    watch the people burn.

    once i told you that you were delicate.
    once you told me you hated your family.
    so i cried for you when your grandmother died,
    and braided our fingers over happy dilutions
    about taped eyelids and chelsea-smiles.

    all cats are grey in the dark.
    yet the flames illuminate us
    and i can see your left eye socket.
    it’s the color of upturned trashcans,
    and juice boxes, and bitter smiles,
    said at the end of an awkward pause.

    once i told you to shut the hell up,
    and then cried about it for a week.
    i do a lot of that for you, crying i mean.
    and you just seem to stare back, indifferent.

    i never wanted to be joan of arc.
    but standing here watching you burn
    doesn’t seem to be any easier.
    but maybe when it’s all said and done,
    when my bridges are nothing but a
    greasy spot on the pavement,
    i can forget about your fragile hands.

    once i told my mother that I’d be different.
    I would marry a beautiful man
    and raise my kids on pretty things.
    But she blotted the mascara
    at the corner of my eyes and said;
    “all cats are grey in the dark.”