not helping my mother even when she doesn't ask me
makes me feel guilty.
i sat on a chair and read a book that i've already read,
fell in love with a boy whom i already loved,
made a wish for a brother that i've already given up on.
i hope no one ever sends me a shoebox full of explanations,
even if it tells me that it's not my fault. i don't want
to end up shivering inside a rocket ship that is
forever grounded, drawn to earth by
children and backstabbers,
even if i can see the stars through the top.
where is that canvas mat?
where are those ropes?
i don't need gloves. well, i need them.
but i don't want them.
curly hair,
flannel cuffs,
halfway ice crashes wetly to the ground,
and every day i learn something
i never wanted to know before.
i hope today will not become one
of my thirteen reasons why.
2 comments:
i like this. it sounds like you told it to me and then i rephrased it.
that made sense...
december does feel like summer.
except, you know, for the obvious.
but that kind of useless bogged feeling. that's the same.
i like this.
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