Friday, March 21, 2014

come soon

she plays
it safe
and runs with
a dull
pair of scissors.
but run
she does, to
where, she's
not sure, but
when she gets
there she'll
let you know.
usually it's a bar
on the south
side of town
where she'll
call and say
that everyone here
is older
than my mother
and father.
the dead sea
was still alive
when these people
were born,
you'll fit right
in, come soon.

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