Exes and Ohs

Glory, glory, it was hard to see reason
with all that radiant light
with that face
with that beautiful sungod face
smiling down at me
haloed by those windswept waves,
that bronzed unfreckled skin.
You don’t remember him,
but I do.
Bring him back, hallelujah,
bring him back, Amen.

About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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1 Response to Exes and Ohs

  1. Trent Lewin says:

    Just glad you’re posting again and that I get to read you.

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