Bullet points (poetry)

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by jessicaj

Fri Jan 05 2018 at 21:04:00

Once upon a time someone asked
why I don't create numeric lists in
real life, since I use them exclusively
when I write poetry. I started thinking.
Lists are helpful and useful, in the
wrong hands they can also be terribly
dangerous.

I'm not about to leave one lying
around for just anyone to find.
An INTJ is often secretive, not
because we have anything to hide
mainly because my list of people
I want to kill really isn't any of your
business.

I don't fall in love, I decide who is
worthy of my affections and proceed
accordingly. Reading his name off of
my encrypted list would be easier
if you could locate and resuscitate
the surgeon who inscribed his code
on the left ventricle of my
heart.

He can practically read my mind,
that's the best part about loving an
intuitive introvert. Partners in crime
is a tired phrase, who is Clyde minus a
Bonnie in his life? It's not the kill,
it's the thrill, of our collective
chase.

He's smart, that goes without saying,
like I'd waste my time on anyone
who fails to connect with me on that
seductive intellectual level. Maybe if
he wasn't so good in bed we'd get
more done, but when your hobby is
homicide,

and you're both trying to avoid
the corporate death penalty,
plans can take the fun out of sex.
I adore having a best friend who
has perfected the underexplored
criminally wanton art of silken,
procrastination.

Whenever people ask how we met,
I tell them I fell for his boardroom eyes.
Cool and reserved until we started
negotiating, once he learned I was
willing to compromise, we began to
discuss acquisitions and potential
mergers.

There are days when he misses his
former CFO. She was brilliant, yet
fatally flawed, corporate espionage
is a real problem, our attorneys are
still being retained. It takes time to
rebuild trust, will her body ever be
found?