For 'pulchritudinous' and admitting you looked it up.

I thought this was good, right up until the last few lines.

Fuck off please. Thank you.

I wanted to read your "what have you" but, as an American, I couldn't be arsed.

I've liked your camping missives. I have memories like them. How about "unknowing trees" and "blackberry briars whisper sharp stings before sweet fruit" and "ember light"

The answer to your opening question seems to be "Happiness is confined and it is lonely," but the words are tangled and it's hard to tell.

Makes no sense. Of course a reflection is not worthy of love, as the person reflected is. So what.

Why the 'eyes of fishes', which are rather boring, as opposed to their scales, which can be quite rainbow-like? And if you're adoring someone, isn't requesting them to lift their lips a bit ungallant -- even if they're shorter, they're supposed to be on a pedestal...

A little cheesy, but not showing Ferdinand's reaction at the end is a good touch.

Have you joined the Your Club in oposition to the rest of us who say "you're"?

Too plain and easy it seems. Not enough getting into her as a fat woman. That's the unique part of this - that she's fat, and you glossed over it.

It is what the fuck it is.Ha!

I meant Ha as in it was just a little sophmoric timekiller that you took way to serious.Just chill out lady were not all so dead serious as you are.I love the critisizm and it seems you are the one full of negativity around here.I believe all your little fans or whatever you want to call them have gone to your head.Like I said just chill everything will be alright! Anthony Q.

her twat lips like steaks covered in dew LOL. Right on. Pay no attention to the resident dim known as Dovina. She never makes any sense. It seems to me you have addressed her girth in every line. funny shit.

A clearly-written, well-structured, and emotive poem. Very well done! You are quite justified in posting it as one poem: it is, after all, an integrated whole. The reverse chronology also adds psychological and emotional tension. Still, the poem has difficulties. When the waitress and the owner are interacting, the waitress's presence seems unnecessary, for it's the owner who fetches the zinfandel: "Our friend disappeared into the darkness, rummaging..." Is the owner testing her knowledge of what he likes to drink?

On second thought, keep "items." Its impersonality is appropriate for the following line.

You get a point for 'to see a special croaker/and then I got high/and tried to choke her.' Just for the humour.

'Is the Tao is the way'... How redundant.

I feel I must inform you that isn't much of a twist. Lots of people have done it, dear.

Ah, horus. I love the 'learning disability called nepotism' but the rest, I find, falls short of your usual standard. Ah well.