Monday, May 16, 2011


Tightly clinging to drink tightly
Wound the form we veer
All seems fine until the angles peek
Gravitational molestation from left to right
Again and again we wind and bend
Around the edges sharp and acute
When as children, we’d yell for more
 Possibly as adults we simply pray we survived the course
And so she asks if that white scarf, next time, I will wear
I do not directly say yes or no,
Perhaps, I say, next time we’ll be better prepared

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