pavlov's dog

pavlov's dog

A Poem by kitty blur

i am a courtesy clerk at safeway and i think silly things abt this guy who works w me. so don't take any of this seriously

what i'm trying to say is let me leave some glitter on yr frontal lobe
when u see me walk thru the self-checkout line and into the sunlight
to push 3-5 carts up to the front of the store where they belong
and also keep telling me to Do My Job with that teasing lil mouth of yours
and make me feel silly while i bag cheetos and cough syrup and canned goods
for people that i will never know or care about
i like my mock angels to have ruffled wings + black hair 
the kind of hair that taylor swift talked about in that one specific song
the whole greased back 50's way that girls like me
tend to drool after like one of pavlov's dogs
i've always longed for a guy who dresses like a nocturnal fool
a boy dripping w ink and formaldehyde and dread but like the good type of dread
even if that is purely the dress code for all safeway employees
so yeah. i guess i'm feeling feelings again
basically allow me to touch every tattoo on your forearms w hesitant glitchy fingers
i am daydreaming abt yr hands precipitating while working me up into a fury
we have only spilled approximately 138 words into each others' ears
but i am simultaneously greedy and gracious when i let u take over my subconscious
all of this makes me tremble a lil bit
but i can't really tell if it's because of the pin needles He stuck into me
or the start of stars forming slowly in my ridiculous veins
but how can i protest when 4 out of 7 days of the week
u grace me with such trivial verbs + nouns + other words
i am prepared for this longing to deteriorate
because i realize that my brain will discover "romance" in anything from
the way that u explain to me which shelf the milagro tequila collects dust on
to the way that every single time u look at me
i feel like folding up into an origami bird
but don't stop looking at me, at least not yet
let me collect the blushing moments 
and build them a shrine
because if i don't build them a shrine
then like what else can i burn when these feelings delete themselves

© 2016 kitty blur

Author's Note

kitty blur
informal. this could be a glorified diary entry lol

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Down to Earth indeed. I enjoy reading your writings. Keep writing please!

Posted 7 Years Ago

I love this! I really enjoy how down to earth this feels. You have a wonderful way of working in subtle references and commonspeak. Even the way you use abbreviated forms of words like yr, w, u, +. While it seems like it could have easily come from a diary, it also seems to speak about society in a way. Very interesting:)

Posted 7 Years Ago

Glorified diary entry is a good way to put it. Stream of consciousness. I sometimes write like this. I like this very much. It's a look into your (or the subjects) mind. I think that's facinating :)

Posted 7 Years Ago

Poem, romantically alluring fantasy of sensual flavors, something deliciously caressing every fiber … whatever it may be, Kitty, you've made the air flow and my blood come alive.
I could not help noticing how vividly enchanting your imagination speaks with sheer enticement, sizzle of sensations and power that vicariously turns me into your lusciously lucky Safeway fantasy.

Now, honestly, Kitty, did you expect me to merely read this and say how marvelous your writing is, how original and imaginative your skills, the flow of your(?) … well, you get the picture; besides, it's all true.
Warmest hugs 'n thank you smiles! ⁓ Richard

Posted 7 Years Ago

kitty blur

7 Years Ago

Thank you so much! I'm glad that I could give you such a visceral reaction with my romanticized desc.. read more

7 Years Ago

A plethora of gracious, "You're welcomes," Little Lady-Poet! : )

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Added on June 2, 2016
Last Updated on June 2, 2016
Tags: safeway, longing, feelings, daydream, shrine, mood, ugh


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