seethingblue's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- from letterwriter the flu 11-12-01-3:03 p.m. sometimes i am incapable of good conversation...i am muffled in a pillow, embarassed little stutter-girl infections growing up her legs, swollen and red and stunted phrases and fragments of words falling off of the edge of her world, the corner of her bedspread...down down down...to nestle in a coffee-stained sweater sometimes i am incapable of proper explanation...i am that trickling sound of a leaky faucet crying into an open drain, overwhelmed little puddle-girl with infections growing up her legs, vines of red bumps and tootsie-roll wrappers crinkled all around...like petals i cut around the opening of a kleenex box to see if there would be a fairy-tale ending inside like warm gooey centers of chocolate chip cookies...but my diorama was incomplete only a few tissues left to mop up the glue only one apology left and a broken barbie high heel the pink one i thought i had lost asleep all these years like Rip Van Winkle 13:30 - 12 September, 2002 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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