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May 13, 2008
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i am afraid...
nothing will pour,
my fingers will twist together
like tight roots.
my mind will sit,
like the plastic cup on the tv stand,
dust in the water.
some of my anger is at recognized faces
so many I sort of knew
when I get groceries
I recognize as, 'I'm here for the next
30 years, i am behind on
payments. my porch step is cold.'
and my life is more like the
line i am waiting in, some quiet dominance shadowing over
counting the backs of heads.
i am afraid I will be dry.
that I will begin to speak
crusted, safely. and that I
will always
know the weather, where it will
turn.
nothing will pour,
my fingers will twist together
like tight roots.
my mind will sit,
like the plastic cup on the tv stand,
dust in the water.
some of my anger is at recognized faces
so many I sort of knew
when I get groceries
I recognize as, 'I'm here for the next
30 years, i am behind on
payments. my porch step is cold.'
and my life is more like the
line i am waiting in, some quiet dominance shadowing over
counting the backs of heads.
i am afraid I will be dry.
that I will begin to speak
crusted, safely. and that I
will always
know the weather, where it will
turn.
— whitetea, May 13, 2008
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Critiques
Pleides
18 years ago
Upper case and lower case I
whitetea
18 years ago
much thanks, pleides. you
barbsdad2003
18 years ago
This is striking, hits me ...
whitetea
18 years ago
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barbsdad2003
18 years ago
Buster duck's ...
whitetea
18 years ago
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rider68
18 years ago
Brilliantly Conveyed - Portrayed
whitetea
18 years ago
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Amaranthine
18 years ago
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