Pandyfish
The steam comes out of the top and mingles with my tears
The face in the window becomes distant and I run after
Until machine overpowers beast
"Eat your veggies"
But Mama, I don't want to
"They're good for you"
Please Mama, don't make me
"Just one bite?"
No, Mama, no
"It's okay honey"
Maybe it is, I don't know
once there was a me
then there was a you, too
and we couldn't help but look
and see ourselves in eachother
now you are me as i am you
and we can't love eachother because
we see what we hate
in you
in me
Math is perfect. There is a right and wrong answer, with nothing inbetween. Once you know how to do it, you're done. But math is too perfect, too percise. The world does not have right or wrong,
it only has i m p e r f e c t i o n
c r a z y
m a d n e s s
and
e v e r y t h i n g e l s e
The fake nails, the plastic diamonds. I hated what I saw in the mirror each morning. But I couldn't wouldn't shouldn't change. Not until the next version of me came along to live it's life.
she prepared the tea
anticipating his arrival
the cookies fresh
the sugar in
bubbe's china
but he never came
and the tea was cold and stale
are we single people?
or a giant species,
no one really mattering
all we say dust and empty
laughs?
is it possible to be both?
I like to watch the world with earbuds in
even (especially) if no sound comes out of them
listen to the world around you, without it knowing that you can hear it
what do they say?
am i able to do it?
so young, they say, too old, they say
can you push past their glares and become
C A P A B L E ?!
she shuffles past the deserted store
"looking for renters"
she remembers the musty books
the creamy iced chai
the look of understanding on
Ms. Vernal's face when she told her secret
now, the secret, just like the store, is vacant
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