been noticing time move
slipping down car winsheild
a drop of water in a static rainstorm I will not go out in
today pours steadily into tomorrow
mouth
sucking on dirty pennies
yesterday's aftertaste lingers
leaving acidic white sores my tongue can't help tonguing
everything real
red wagons
chickens
metaphors for something else entirely
something intangibly warm but not actual
like when I colored a piece of paper with a purple crayon-
upon eating it, I was disappointed it didn't taste like grape juice
I'll go where I haven't been
and
I'll cry when someone else needs me to be strong
I'll talk and talk and prove myself
smashing my fist into yesterday's hazed reflection
asking in piercing screams only I can hear
"can anyone ever really change?"
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Written February 17th, 2004
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I love the mediphors you use. very interesting and different. It reminds me of Billy Collins or Silvia Plath.
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