Fine
From: Coe42@aol.com
Title: Fine
Author: Karen.
Rating: G
Joss owns it vaguely...But I wrote it.
I am fine.
Stop staring at me.
Yeah I miss him. He misses me.
I know it cause I've made a thousand phone calls in my mind.
I'm fine.
Stop.
Staring at me, please.
I know it's stuffed. He knows it's stuffed.
And I've named it a million things inside my mind.
I'm fine.
I am fine.
Staring at a toy.
I know it's named for him. He doesn't.
A billion things have happened to my mind.
I'm not fine.
I carry him in my pockets.
I carry him in jackets and bags.
I carry him to cuddle him.
I carry him to tell me I'm fine.
I'm not fine.
Stop letting my tell you I am fine.
I know I'm not, you know I'm not.
A gazillion lonely thoughts are in my mind.
I carry him to be him.
I carry him to be him.
I carry him to be with him.
I carry him.
My little stuffed Oz is fine.
End.