(guest post by anonymous guest author – I’m going to say this was written in three minutes, judging from the space between instant messages)
i found you.
i saw you, gazed
at
your glaze.
discarded container of blissful liquids
cracked and broken, forgotten dreams.
your value, to me, immeasurable
your value to her, in the garage,
two dollars.
We journeyed!
Far! to the roadshow
stood in line, clutched in my arms.
YOU ARE MING!
I have sold you and bought a car.
Poetry Is About Feelings 