Your eyeliner tells a different story.
Cartons upon cartons upon cartons delivered
in a misrepresentation of facts.
And where in the stream of events did you place yourself?
There's no telling when you too will be dropped.
Waiting for. Waiting for.
Insinuations jumping out of the woodwork
without regard for the other players in this mini-drama
which airs Saturday evening on cable.
Come out with it, already.
You know you're bursting with others.
The excavations bronzed.
The heat-stroked field always a good excuse.
