Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Lackey

The color of sky
Sits nearby garnishing smiles
Pulled with pain
From my face.

I sit shyly and mind my business,
Knowing I offer him
Nothing but wit, and
An occasional grin.

I hate the way he
Makes me tremble and
I hate him more for
Gifting me with a glance or a wave.

I hate to feel important when I'm not.

11-4-09


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