LADY GODIVA: The Naked Truth

You alcoholics, you three. When Mummy dies, bet there’ll be a mutiny. Know you all never enjoyed scrutiny.  But, Button. I thought I was done with you.  An insane cycle  the eye you push through.  Then I see your unkind seating arrangements. How many babies? How many engagements?  How many weddings to be in attendance? Button. But, Button, turn that chin up, buckle-up that upper lip. Until you forget to forget.  Ah, but Button, I remember. The OBX in September.  The horror show presented as fact.  How I had to put your Binky blanket back.  How his eyes would sparkle as soon as you appeared.  When it’d churn my innards, your voice seared my ears. How you could cry on cue,  with the only snot present being you.   How’d you wail like a toddler.  Your tantric tantrums.  Overblowing my ultimatums.  How you snowed him with your cocaine.  And I see he’s over again.  Because you’re over a bar.  When, if he had his priorities straight,  would be looking for his idea

To my always almost gay almost girlfriend, the heartbreak of straight, the goodbye to bi. Julie, you Jew... ...you're a temptresses, an empty ring. Promises, promises...  promising, everything. All insurmountable never accountable.    A dozen year fling.  I knew you might've read some of my words but, did you understand anything? Will this last final slap  take out some of the sting? Since your dew? Don't do me no justice. Even when it's just us it runs more like sap. Princess Bitchface? Sounds more like a J.A.P. Sooo...you got a crack in yo' back? In East Cleveland, no less? Well my Princess H-Bomb early bathed in her napalm?--she never settled for less. She was always best dressed.  She always knew the boys in the room, who'd settle for lipstick & doom, yet so soon as she'd swoon  be some poon on the floor they'd slither towards the door. I had the keys to your apartment but you let me sleep in my car, the hour didn