She stayed in bed
I was born there
she said
no use getting out
i'll play in my head
Someday I will die
The knowledge of this
makes me want to cry
and when I dream
I go so high
but when I wake
I cannot fly,
Everyone I love
Just says goodbye
so I
Wrestle the sheets
and
stare at the ceiling
Come up with questions
and
ponder their meanings
Wonder about space
and
what is above it
She climbs the walls
and
Thinks that she loves it
Friday, April 9, 2010
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