words…

she told fantastic tales from a barstool…stories ’bout livin’ in Alaska…Hawaii…said she spent time in San Francisco as well…had been all over this country…parts of the world too…Fiji…South America…made love to some radical in Panama…s’what she said…

listened to her all night long…pourin’ drinks down her throat…real pretty girl…played with her long blonde hair as the stories got crazier and crazier…everything from runnin’ ’round with Gypsies in Paris to dancing at balls in Budapest…young thing had lived a life…so she said…

came from money…she confessed…daddy bankrolled all these travels…said he spent money on her every whim…what she couldn’t get from pop she managed to get from suave millionaire types…businessmen… dukes…real royal lineage…guys who knew which fork to use…

but her real love was words…poetry in purple hours lying naked ‘neath the sheets as lovers dream’t and her cats sipped milk…Dickinson…Whitman…Longfellow…was words she loved…words…

and she began to cry…real tears…talkin’ ’bout how sonnets had saved her life…not men nor money…just words…words…

that was all she needed…

and that is all i had…

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