Everyone has two handles:
One is smooth and makes them
Light and friendly,
Floating in your hands.
The other is spikey, and
People become heavier
Than stones anchored
To their core.
You don't know it, my friend,
But that is my spikey handle,
And you'll never pick me up
Like that.
Author notes
Um. Death Cab for Cutie meets that awfully childish novel "What Katy Did"
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