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My heart is a balloon
and my fairy wings look like wet leaves. Unable to get airborne.
I got lost in space swinging around Jupiter while i walked home next to her.
Unable to get to the present
but instead my consciousness was hanging above me
a constellation of clutter.
Her finger shapes.
I’m weary. And suddenly i feel so alone. i don’t like it when things change on me.
Its like there is a mark on me.
I didn’t even notice the smell of the flowers.
The magic is draining off from the fire escape romance
that gorgeous drug
I’m coming down. i re-button my buttons.
i shake my fist at god. That fat cat. Laughing in the tree.
i stood naked in front of the mirror and really had a good look.
i noticed in some positions i look all bones. In others there is an unwelcome excess of curves.
Someone please iron my crinkles straight.
I’m a zigzag.
I want to wake up to see closed lids and his eyes moving underneath
and know that i care.
That there is no intrusion on either part.
When and where did things get so complicated? Am i the reason?
The red light sharpens my mood to a high pitch. eeeeeeeeeeeee
i take snapshots. I throw the copy of Lolita on the linoleum
where is this mystical thing i ache for.
My food doesn’t even taste like anything.
It’s all cardboard. The sky is cardboard. My teeth are cardboard.
Props for the scene.
I don’t let that many people in either. it gets scary.
I wake up out of my self against the wall and the dark thing shifts around.
Its not fear i feel but it feels like war. As if i would know.
Magnolia and scarlet whisper cutting remarks about each other into my ears.
They are me.
I am them.
I’m tired.
We all go to bed.

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