On Applause

Posted in quatorzain by maggie on 2006/12/01
On Applause

OK, I'll nod, acknowledge I've been seen
And share a couple quatrains over gin.
But that's not why you crossed the room. Come clean.
Don't applaud me. Tell me I look thin.

Yeah, I miss her, guess that's obvious.
That kid meant more to me than you know what.
But I'm the same as she was on applause:
I'd rather have it when I make the cut.

Don't take me wrong. I love the company,
The music's loud, the people here are cool,
The beds upstairs are full of bourgeoisie,

Our own sweat laying down a rousing scent,
Our own desires reflected in the pool.
Just don't admire my words. Say, "Mag, get bent."

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