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.
Nice image to 'go-with' the wonderful words. They aren't said often enough. Welcome back. ;o)
ReplyDeleteLOVE this piece!!! love it! thanks so much for coming by my place with such kind words, lady!
ReplyDeleteKim, don't ever feel as if you words aren't beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI miss you, and I have lots to share,
Heartbreaks and hangovers and the horrors of summer break.
And I need reassurance and guidance.
I love this poem so much, with all its wispyness... can I send this page to someone? Please? Welcome back and hope all is well.
ReplyDeleteLove for the love. And Demon, of course, send it along. Copy it on napkins and leave it on tables. I like when the dandelion seeds wind of and weed up elsewhere.
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