Thursday, October 12, 2006

When she left her body for stars

You stood for two hours between the door and the world
knowing sorry won’t disrupt the girl who has left
both of us
hoping for something
The worst kind of mind can tell you how you can change
Stop it like gravity or
return sanity
like some shoplifted lipstick
to its proper place
But it is the fragments, the shards of happy
that’s the worst kind of ugliness
And being solid for the fractures
----the little glass of mercy
You hold the balloon strings w/out balloons
a heroic gesture
Look up and let go


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