some days iam lucky enough to watch her breathe in life through those mousy lungs. unafraid, or not seeming that way at least, of what goes in. laughter is usually her cup of almond tea in the afternoon. and true there are times when i long to run through cornfields and explore quiet lands, swing out over rivers and hope to god that the rope doesnt break, because i have all my cloths on. but there are also certain times when i would much prefer to watch her quietly drag the cigarette from between those tiny mint lips. seaberry fizz between her blue toes, cold from the ocean. harp string ribs protecting her cotton candy heart. tulip teeth, wonderfully snow caped, cavities and all. music and sugar in her veins. yes i would say that she is intrinsically authentic, thus the drawing in of me to her. shortcake and coffee in the morning, well i cant make shortcake but i'd try. how comically awkward that walk. more like a geriatric shuffle really, you know when you have not one but two cups of coffee, balancing the hot liquid as well as your own thoughts on a tightrope. concentration is key, no matter how funny you look. oh sometimes i would much prefer this over the silly adventures we boys entertain. and perhaps we humans dont say enough courageous things about the courageous people we know.
posted by drew carlascio
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again, i am really enjoying your descriptions the most: "harp string ribs protecting her cotton candy heart"
and I really like the thought posed at the end of this.
[ps i posted a new poem, please let me know both of your thoughts]
whoa, new blog design- totally throwing me off
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