drnecessitor

Okay, I found an old poem written on a promotional Claratin pad. I really like it. It's from when I broke up with my first real love. So turn off the espresso machine and NO LAUGHING.

Notorious

We sit in an unlit room
I look up from my hands
To see the sepia-toned image
Of Ingrid Bergman and Cary Grant
Kissing on the balcony

And as she tells me
We can still be friends
A sudden burst of Technicolor
Illuminates the betrayal
That is coming to a theater near you