in this cracked
eggshell skull
floats
the solecisms
that define
the egregious faults
precariously
stacked
to form
the repugancy
hidden
behind tear duct
atrophy
in my ignoble stare

she took
a red pen
to circle
my breaches
of social
mannerisms
highlighting
my grammatical
mistakes
until she realized
it would require
a tanker of ink
to begin to formulate
a plan of attack

a soliloquy
of solecismic
dismay
bundled together
kindling
for the inevitable fire
that would spark
from her
unwitting gaze
until all
that was left
a greasy smear
of misspelled odes
to love and remorse