well, i am leaving room for the gloom of the impending doom
that i knew all too well from the start. really this possibility
of my heart shattering into tiny parts can be such a painful art,
it stings, it prickles, like being rained on with pins and needles.
but you see, i should be more than able to adeptly reassemble
those that were wrecked, fragmented, broken when one’s fallen,
glue them meticulously, paint them thoroughly, fix them fully
til they’re shining and shimmering and splendidly spanking new
ready for more, ready for what’s in store, ready just like before.

12:03 AM 10/27/2008

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