Song For A Divorce
You used to take my breath away,
With your eyes like little green fires;
But now and again when you look my way
I see two funeral pyres
You used to make my blood run hot,
When you walked into a room;
But now your touch feels like a plot
To facilitate my doom
I used to show up in your dreams,
Wearing nothing but my skin;
But now I appear in your harebrained schemes
As you plot to do me in
If I could do it all again,
I'm not so sure I would;
But you'll always be my perfect ten
I'll miss you more than I should.
Jens Nicholas Jebsen
lives in Los Angeles. His work explores dissidence, mental illness,
prescription drug use, and the gnarly things that go down in L.A public
high schools.
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