Wretched .

 
Those damn
red-luscious-lips
Ironing board navel
dangling diamante
surrounded
in black ink
roses intertwined
in butterflies
of blue
 
I loathe those lips
malicious  
self righteous lips
that ignite
the teenager in me
 
Looked down  
with
intentional
discontent  
 
Used her
 
Just used  
those lips
to write
this poem-
which is  
as pitiable
as the event
as feeble  
as the  
"I love you" note
found
on the dresser
 
As pathetic as the next one.
 
 
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