lollipops minus love

Kerry Dunn

lollipops minus love
equals bridesmaids dresses
plus eating disorders for a grand
total of long distance depression.

'what a blow' i thought as i watched
the patriots go down and then remembered
20,000 soldiers in iraq would die alone.
that's 20,000 wives alone, miserable -
and 40,000 babies who will have to
try and fill the holes bush
bulleted through my chest.

people ask me why i dont preach about politics,
economics, or the environment. if it makes you happy,
when i gave a speech after the white house
chief of staff, i thought about blowing the security
guard to get to the guy, wiring myself to his leg and demanding that he
bring me to his pointless leader. the ambiance in the white house was black
and bleak and i barely remember any of it. i was captured in the north shore
with my hands down your pants begging you to whisper something sweet.
then i realized that you can't spell democratic, i don't have a savings account,
and my panic attacks, not global warming, are preventing me from breathing.

i cut out a heart in the left side of my right forearm
and i waited for the blood to dry before i let someone know.
the only thing i can think about more than dying
is, if when the ambulance is called,
will the EMT wish he had gotten to me sooner?