A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier



Infinitely infested

by the bothersome bugs

scratching my skin.


Almost invigorating.

They crawl into holes

I have made

for them,

coming out for

a dew drop,

or slice of key lime pie.


I see them on Mondays most,

sometimes here

or there;

like looking through

a kaleidoscope

of naked girls.


I know what they are,

just cant make them out



Absurdly representing.


Something I‘m already doing.


And it helps me to forget

about the lipstick

smeared across my teeth.

© 2010 Abigale LeCavalier

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Added on July 31, 2010
Last Updated on July 31, 2010
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