Thursday, March 20, 2008

Don't lie to me, just don't tell me the truth.
I lift my feet on this balance beam, and I slip.
I fall, graceful. Watch my hands splay, grasping
air, but never giving. Watch me imagine what it
would be like to not know anyone who's dead now.

So, names don't matter. If they didn't then, well,
they sure don't now. But I'm still not sweet.

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