Saturday, April 07, 2007

Poem #97 of 365

Why does C take my
hand every time
as if we've never met

and why do the guys
insist on introducing
me to their pet

and when will i
resume dreaming
about the boy
who i'd hoped to forget

and who will be the
next in line to
erase all my regret?

(tonight i met a dog named Oso, and that's how this began)

copyright 2007 tammy melody gomez

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