Over you


I rub my starched eyes
As I am awake
No more dreams
That tickle my fears
Drawing blood from my serenity
Like a West Nile Mosquito
I am more love able than lilac fabric softener
And wiser than a shopping trip at Costco
I”m over you.
You are less important to me than a last season 
Prada tote. 

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