t h e R e s i d e n c e
You've reached
the residence of
these people
these fools

you've reached
a bucket and barrel and passel of lies

you've reached
me
in my armor, ready for battle

you've reached
a machine
and a basketcase
and a whore
they'll pretend to be normal but

don't believe them.

He's a shell
and she's just desperate
for someone--something--
to cling to
anyone or anything will do
that's how weak she is.

They're not your friends
they're your very worst enemies
straight outta grade school
a few years in college
and look, now we have something.

You've reached
real intelligence
groping toward nothing in particular
sex maybe--:)

Silence
on the other end of the line

it was a mistake
but you pushed
so now you have it.

You've reached
me
I am Victorious.
©1998 Erin D. Conroy.
The band I'm in, The Chocolate Ameba, has made a song into this poem! My future husband Pavel wrote the music.
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