Jeff Chon
We avoid each other
for as long as we can
and when we finally talk, the words
shatter in my mouth
like a stick of trading card gum.
I spit the shards; we stare at them,
scattered, sparkling on the floor.
You used to be so charming
to me, but now I see
the phony that you are--Flitting
from person to person--you’re a moth
who thinks she’s the light, dusting us
with your insecurity. You look great
and no one wants you to leave, but please
stop making everything about you
or me or failure to connect.
Maybe you’ll come back to me
and I’ll probably take you back;
raise a toast to dysfunction.
But if you ever manage to get a ring
on your finger, let’s not forget
who quit on us the first time around.
http://www.bloomberg.com/news/2010-07-05/lebron-james-makes-appearance-works-out-at-basketball-camp-in-hometown.html
Jeff Chon is also the nefarious Secretary-General of vis a tergo, but you can just call him Dear Leader.
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