She says, "You should know, dear "The world doesn't stutter when it walks, "Not the way you "Stumble through your thoughts." And I wish I could untie The spool of my mind But I Keep feeding it thread, Hoping it will spill out my mouth in A rainbow scarf
Written in place of the 26-page history project due Monday
And in the smallest matter of time, My hair went numb. My eyes no longer heard the crude respiratory patterns of the fellow cynic. My fingers saw the over-appreciated path away from the now. The mind I'd so delicately restrained surcharged your hurtful chatter for the worthlessness it possessed. For I had found not what I thought to be the whole of myself, But what actually was. Among the wilted carnations, The shrunken produce, The wasted inquisition, All the places in which you dwell, I will no longer.