May 19, 2009

Words on Monday

of thunderous applause
has taught me
that silky smooth legs
and krinkled up noses
have there tiny place
in my overflowed
underutilized heart.

If I
could always
just simply remember
that I’m counted on
more than I know
and less than I think I should be
that the trades
of complex men
and their malicious tricks
are always
just a sad option
laid at my feet
in an attempt
to draw fury from the little kid
that didn’t get to be little
as long
as he needed to be.

It’s glorious to be here
where I am.

until I get somewhere else.

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