воскресенье, 25 апреля 2010
a poem for terrible people.
"i want to write a poem about primroses
and how i am not a terrible person.
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i am disordered but not disorderly. i am broken up.
i think nice thoughts like "streetlight" and "linens,"
and is there an instruction guide on happiness?
i could write one for you.
step one, paint your eyes cobalt blue.
step two, hang fireworks from coat hangers.
step three, turn into a dandelion. blow away.
читать дальшеmy heart tries to escape from my throat. okay,
i am guilty in ways that you cannot tell anyone,
ever, not even imaginary best friends. or real ones.
or myself. freud says i am an iceberg, but i don't
know if he means i am full of repressed thought
or just a frigid bitch who will cut you open.
step four, there is no step four.
if i am an iceberg, i desperately need
someone to warm me in the palms
of their hands. no one ever will though,
because i sink ships and tear people apart.
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once there was a girl who told people
that she was not terrible, but the primroses
in her garden would never bloom
as if they knew better."
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