The Feminist Poets in Low-Cut Blouses love you! For Six Months With You For six months with you, I would Quit my lover Leave the city Sell my books. For six months with you, I would Live in Kansas Join a carpool Shave my legs. For six months with you, I would Be an actress Wait on tables Burn this poem. But what if it doesn’t work out? If it doesn’t work out I’ll join a convent If it doesn’t work out I’ll cut my hair If it doesn’t work out I’ll leave the country If it doesn’t work out I still don’t care. . . . For six months with you, I would Break the true law Break my poor heart Break my vow. Now ask me what I’d do For a year or two.
Posted on: Sun, 20 Jul 2014 15:57:37 +0000
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