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you've got someone to blame. 9 february 1999 it's one need.
he's chasing tornadoes i'm just waiting calmly. so spiritualized, this all is. i was folded in half & beaten & now i'm floating & flying. my wounds are half-healed. there are things we cannot control & one of them is fate. but don't they say that destiny is controllable? that everything is in a controlled substance, that we're all part of an experiment? am i your experiment? they used to play doctor when i was little. i would pretend i was out cold. sleeping, since we didn't know what anesthesia was (like death). i had to open my eyes. i would peek out the slits & my eyelashes fluttered extra hard. when you peek what do you see? i climbed into my tree & just sat there. it was almost uncomfortable, the position, but it was my tree, my body, my curves. in the bend of the branch, i watched the world. across the street in the bushes by the cable box. below, tulips, daffodils that seem to last only a day. but i could still stick my face into them & wiggle my nose around. get up brush yourself off mulchy much. desi- i - i - i - i - i - i - re. "secret." you scarred me with that word. just because i knew how to spell it right. you abandoned me.. you left me to sit in my pine tree & fall down when the branches got too weak. when you're down, it's your friend. hold tight to the core & maybe you won't go far. but it scrapes your cheek regardless, leaves burns on your palms. i guess that's what you get. where are the velvets? these little fuzzies.. they're the work of the fairies. don't believe me? rub it against your cheek & see if you laugh. that's it. giggle. so collect them & keep them & at the end of the fall we sprinkle them across the yards before the cold sets in. it's a birth. giggle. |
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