(c) Singleton 2007
"I'll be mad"
I said.
And I'm sorry.
I don't want to rememeber your
flitting, flirting, buy-one-free-get-one-free
eyes that way,
swiping me with
stolen blinks.
Your lips
scrunching
in a knot,
thinking,
your smile,
pink kool-aid just below
your nose,
betwitched.
But I'm mad now,
and
I'm wearing
blue mascara....