Found this today. Describing it as a wispy half-love poem by a sliver of sterotype girl burning incense in defense of insensitivity while wearing a hand-stitched dress.
(Yeah, say THAT five times fast.)
Uh, anyway:
Inside the Envelope
leaning on you too much
sometimes
you creak
but do not bend
or break
out loud
your foundation
is stronger
When the lean reverses,
for now
I fail
or break
just let me be the sling
lean too hard and
yes, I will swing away
away, for now
but lay with me
or in me
and I will cradle you constantly
out loud
and above
and above
above it all, away
away
from din and dirty.
