She’s married. She has kids. She’s gorgeous. She craves me like I crave her. We do not work together. She is pregnant. Not with mine. She is of blue blood. We meet occasionally at lunch. We’ve known each other for 15 months. We met at a bad place. We now meet at better places. She cries when I leave. We are stretching the thin veil of love to a clear sheen. She tried to take her life Thursday with pills. I mopped up the day and went to work today. I feel like shit. I barely made it home without freaking out. I can't. She has a husband and kids. Everyone thinks I'm just crabby. Forgive thou unjust shallow mutherfuckers. She has a cool part in a show this weekend. We are often seen together in Red Bank. She's a diner maven.
5 comments:
Nathalie Portman?
Nope.
I know.....you're so predictable. ; )
It's Alicia, isn't it!
You're all so off. Don't you know by now that my clues are cryptic?
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