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Mar 2014
Dressed in the best clothes I could find at the thrift store
long lost and rediscovered in this bottomless closet
dressed in a dark red dress, best dressed of anyone
sitting and waiting for kingdom come

this is a small room to do it in

cramped up muscles and tendons embracing bone
squeeze tight round my marrows while my warmth
yeah all my outsides spill freely, unwrapped alone
sitting and waiting for kingdom come

star stuff imparted with potential unknown
realized through wisdom realized through time
who gave me this bus to drive home?
manual ticket tear before the automation
who gave control to the ticket holder?
it wasn't you it wasn't you it wasn't you or you
***** all others waiting for stops at stops
capacity for passengers tops out at one

sitting and waiting for kingdom come

concentrating with eyes closed and cheek pressed to carpet
trying to return to Earth through wood and stone
and all the bones hidden below

lights out but incense

sitting and waiting for kingdom come

what a small room to do it in
Talarah Shepherd
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Talarah Shepherd  Portland
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