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Sunday, August 10, 2008

Happy Sad Birthday

and we swam
in the red cups
filled with
soda

we swam so deep
bubbles fizzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzed up
to our ears

my older sister
chewslapping bubble gum
AND i couldn't hear
her chewslaps

unfamiliar family running
tumbling
eating
wah wah wah-ing
the numbing sound imbues

and birthday boy lays on a big brown couch

with no friends to talk to

with no happy

just birthday

and cousinslike flies surrounding his once empty room, now full,
still empty, a red cup with no soda, a white paper plate with no rice nor adobo nor macaroni salad

i despise macaroni salad

macaroni salad fiends need a smoke
or two
three
ten
eleven
i
cant
stop
smoking
i
need
to
party
and
get
fucked
up
because
im
stupid

or just lazyliketheweedsinmyneverendingsoulfulabysslyingonagrave-ishbrowncouch

happy 18TH birthday.


(what have you done to make your life better?)
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(what is written here is based on an actual event NutMeg foresaw at a recent family birthday gathering for her cousin)
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