What’s out there is best experienced as clean lines and simple geometries.
On crisp paper
That folds neatly into squares
What I’m trying to say is
Beware of the dog shits
They aren’t mapped
molliedee
Hour 2
If it has a dwelling place
at all
it is, as the song says, in young girls’ hearts
in all hearts
young and old and creaky and bruised and borrowed alike
it’s the footnote of all the fairy tales
We had it all along
If only we could remember
Hour 1
| We do this I am convinced I am not the only one who wakes with a stiff shoulder From restless sleep on the bathroom floor And a refrain in my head pounding in rhythm with my panicked heart I am so sorry I am so sorry I am so sorry I am so sorry And I am always convinced I will die But it is just the world spinning Daring me to prove I really am what I say |