More in Shan's Crap (Shannon McEwen)
Giving Advise with Waterproof mascara
I listen to your words
The small tremor to your baritone
As her name rolls off your tongue
And you ask me to
Read the words
Words If I’d heard back then I wouldn’t have cried All of those fat salty tears Until my mascara had run south In ragged tracks Where they sank into the creases In my dry skin
Before they disappeared And were forgotten Until I read those words Meant for her
Words If I’d heard back then I wouldn’t have cried All of those fat salty tears Until my mascara had run south In ragged tracks Where they sank into the creases In my dry skin
Before they disappeared And were forgotten Until I read those words Meant for her
- Shannon McEwen
Sharp like a wet noodle
on May 4 2007
from Canada
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