Ambiguity

Just a girl

With ten fingers and two feet, yet

If I had Günter Grass’ emotional honesty

I could carve glass with the sounds of my screams.

Waiting for change

Feeding my hated angry hate

When hunting on the Internet like I hunt

In my refrigerator, fishing

For words and

Substance through the glass screen.

Tall enough to see my way, yet

Not so tall

That I can’t drown crossing the stream.

Only can climb as high

As the stairs go.

It’s too cold to swim in the rain; but

I still wish that the stars

And the boys would f

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l

l for me

And that I too could change the world

With love for you and God.