But I can't say that aloud; I can't tell anyone that I have been waiting for this all my life and that being chosen to wait is the reason I can. If I were able I'd say it. Say make me, remake me. You are free to do it and I am free to let you because look, look. Look where your hands are. Now.

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

you sit there like a fool on jittery twigs, pants shamefully pulled down, hands too drunk to relieve your shame. one shoe flips open, slapping itself on the ground. revealed now is your stubby purple toe, bruised toenail grown out as if carnivals nag for entertainment.

you wear your hats too large. you keep your anxiety too cold.

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