Thursday, November 26, 2009

#5 Too Tight

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November 26th, 2009

This is it
The aching pulse fills my fingertips
A growing worry in a growing period of grace
When everything is clumsy.

Stumbling
Words contracting, exhaling
Seeping out like sweat, thoughts tumbling
Everything’s right and rosy.

And wrong.
They’re green and yellow
My feelings, a coward and a swindler
Nothing fits.

Too tight
A shirt from childhood
Ideas that are worn-out, stolen
But baggy and loose.

Same
It doesn’t fit. I
Don’t fit in lines and paragraphs and
Colouring pages.

God
Help me find it, help me see
What you see, how you know, how’s it’s written
Solved.

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

We're Eating Pepper and Chips!

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November 25th, 2009

I am hungry for everything, and nothing right now. I just went into the kitchen because I couldn't ignore my screaming stomach any longer, but there's nothing there that I want. I guess I just want pasta. But I'm not about to make any. So good luck with that, stomach.

Explosions,
Tiffany