With my teeth gritted against my grandfather's wrist watch I put the dope in my veins The ideas it contains Make me numb for a while So numb I don't realize the metal twist and snap between my jaws
Okay, no, I do not do any kind of hard drug, the dope is a metaphor for poetry itself. The watch both time and heritage.
I stitched my cuts with flowers so I could be lovely I put on my best dress and flowered crown before I set off for the sky I tied my noose upon the edge of the crescent moon now with the stars i'll never be lonely I left the world I found unpleasant but now up here it is quite fine for upon all the beauty around me, before my leave all I could say was " oh my" Finally i'm one with the universe dangling from the crescent moon I appear fragile , lovely , and free Everything I was and wanted to be...