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Andrea Gibson
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Honey (Featuring Chris Pureka)
She keeps her makeup in a ceramic bowl of bullets
beside a jelly jar full of gardenias
on an old dresser in Mississippi
where outside, tomato plants grow in the bellies of old boats
and she carries a knife just in case she finds something
she wants to carve her name into.
I swear to God, if I had an Adam's apple,
I would tell her to peel it and take a bite
Meaning this time,
I am not turning back
I am not turning in
I am turning over every leaf of all my leaving
I am moonlighting as the moonlight.
My shine is workin' overtime
just to hear her call me Honey
It makes me feel like the bee's knees.
Like I could finally lose my past
like the keys to the getaway car
like all my f*cking up, might finally be out of gas
Like there will be no more war fought in my name.
What if my name is nothing but Honey?
Do you realize I gave up on this in my 20's?
You were the first thing I ever wrote on a vision board.
I cannot wait to tell you the truth better than I have ever told the truth before
and no, that does not mean I'm gonna tell you you look like Marilyn Monroe,
but you do.
And it makes me wanna run.
For President.
Jesus F*cking Kennedy.
Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are,
when you're tripping? Literally, tripping?
I have never met anyone more clumsy.
You walk into a room and turn every head
when you crash to the floor
and I'm like 'That's my girl. That. Is. My. Girl.'
With the busted lip and no, she's not embarrassed.
That's a sunburn she already had from my moonlight.
Now, bring me a Shirley Temple
I'm gonna trampoline every inch of cement in this town.
And she's gonna teach me how to bounce back,
mixing her southern polite with her New Orleans 'F*ck Off'.
Honey, I wanna hear every story about your whole life.
Tell me again, about your ghetto blaster birthday cake.
Tell me again, how you were Master Pumpkin Carver.
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Tell me again, how you've never been to therapy.
Why does that turn me on?
You have a friend who tattooed the words 'You Wish' on her ring finger.
I have a friend who pulled out her tampon on the streets of Manhattan
and threw it at a misogynist cop.
We are perfect for each other.
Come drink like a fish in my desert city.
I wanna be the fairy in your Irish pub.
I wanna be your pretty boy.
I want you to tell all your friends, you're outta my league.
So I can slap you high five when I'm sliding into home.
So when I start writing down our love in public poems,
You know you can burn all of my books if I don't live up to my word.
If you ever have any doubt that I am gonna live up
to the altitude of your highest hopes, remember
It was for you that I overcame my fear of flying.
For you, that I learned the ropes of rescue remedy
Do not, under any circumstances, rip off the top of the bottle
and start chugging it like booze.
You'll freak out everyone on the plane.
And you don't need enemies at 30,000 feet.
Trust me.
Honey, you just need to know.
This is the first time I've ever done this without looking for an exit row
and I'm pretty sure my seat can't float.
But I've already fallen to the sky for you,
already said no to the parachute
already told my mother you curse like a sailor
and you love like the war is finally over
and you have just come home
and you are running down the dock and the harbor
screaming my name
You're screaming 'Honey! Honey!'
and I'm screaming 'Don't trip!'
and you're screaming 'Honey! Honey!'
and I'm screaming 'Baby, don't fall down!'
I am running for your red lips
I am running for your red heart
with my red heart
Red, as a Mississippi sunset
Honey. Honey. Honey.
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