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Jan 07, 2009
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Long ago that girl
Was born twice
Once for Jesus
Then again for madness.
She had a necklace
made with pills and
braided dark honey.
In the city I watched
From a small room
As she rocked back and forth
Cradling a voodoo doll.
Her shadow cut finely
Against television glow
I watched her knit and boil
Near the chipped crockpot.
She sucked on light-tubes
And ashed green
"My spine is growing,"
she told me.
For awhile I believed her.
Was born twice
Once for Jesus
Then again for madness.
She had a necklace
made with pills and
braided dark honey.
In the city I watched
From a small room
As she rocked back and forth
Cradling a voodoo doll.
Her shadow cut finely
Against television glow
I watched her knit and boil
Near the chipped crockpot.
She sucked on light-tubes
And ashed green
"My spine is growing,"
she told me.
For awhile I believed her.
Comments
rosemary
17 years 4 months ago
Ashed green is the new
Quillsvein1
17 years 4 months ago
thank you
infinite_dwarf
17 years 4 months ago
Quills
Jo Latimer
17 years 4 months ago
At the risk of repetition
themoonman
17 years 4 months ago
Me too..
Quillsvein1
17 years 4 months ago
thank
rosemary
17 years 4 months ago
That Last Line...
Quillsvein1
17 years 4 months ago
haha