Part of my face is an immense crater.
It is here I spend most of my free time,
sitting besides myself, sipping tea
on the lips of my cheek bones.
I talk endlessly
about your perfection,
and what a profound
defect of character that is.
I then respond ad infinitum.
We compare notes.
We laugh, we cry, and wistfully whine
besides ourselves,
sipping tea, watching you.
Copyright: Scott Utley
June 3, 2007 Topanga