By Any Other Name

We’d
be prettier
if
the
stars
simply
wondered
off
their
straight
and desperate
course;
in
keeping with
time,
and
her loose
hips
and cornbread
rolls.

You’d be
sexier
if the
Gods simply
walked
off
their jobs,
leaving
dust
to gather
into
nice
fluid
patterns along
the
visible
crevices.

I’m
not
crazy
but
I think
you’d be
better
for
me if
you’d simply
exist
beyond
what
I see,
and
since we’re
just
that
close
to perfection,
let’s
see
if we can
stay
inside
the
lines
this time.

M.C. Davis

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