Monday, November 10, 2008

It's a trick!

Gingham's for the plighted maid,
Words in "The Satin Dress" Dorothy Parker laid
But I don't remember any promise I've made--
Nor the path for which tomorrow I'll trade.

At night when I'm high, I write things that rhyme.

*Tank, skirt, both from Topshop; wedges from my mother; bag from St. Francis Square*



Anonymous said...

how thin are you jileh?

...and how did you not get run over by a car?

it kinda reminds me of penny lane.


mj and jill said...

Go over to Bonifacio High Street, wait 'til it's near midnight, and meander the streets. :)