>> 26 April 2008 1:08 a.m.

tell me i'm pretty she said
and i thought about it
and looked at her
and saw her as a swirling vortex, a gobbling insatiable flattery eater
and where are my compliments?
like crumbs to ants, except smaller
no herculean strength needed to carry those words.
no sorcery to needed to speak those words.
and yet, they never come.
why is that?
is the world a girl?
self absorbed and vain
unconcerned and undeterred
is the world a girl?