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There once was a girl who was blue

and she didn’t know quite what to do.

The constant spring rain

caused mold in her brain

And the sunshine felt somehow untrue.

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It’s not like I don’t understand. I do.

Drop your kid off, get to work on time.

You are in a hurry. I am too.

But you drive as if safety were a crime.

 

Drop your kid off, get to work on time.

He needs to be there before the tardy bell.

Do you believe that safety is a crime?

You drive like a soccer Mom out of hell.

 

He’ll be marked late after the tardy bell.

There are worse things, like famine, war, and death.

You think you have the right to drive like hell.

I take deep breaths, try not to get upset.

 

Worse than your driving are famine, war and death.

You are in a hurry. I am too.

Take a deep breath, try not to get upset.

It’s not like I don’t understand. I do.

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Cigarette Poem

Cigarette, how you burn, like an eye
observing every sin I commit.
You are my downfall and my resurrection,
my flaw and my redemption.

Cigarette, observing every sin I commit,
I choose you, cigarette, my favorite,
my flaw, my redemption, my cigarette,
I burn for you and with you.

Cigarette, I choose you.
Cigarette, my favorite after and before.
My favorite during. I burn for you and with you
cigarette for you are what burning means and wants.

After and before my favorite,
during you I breathe and am calm, I breathe,
for you are what burning means and wants.
The present wants to burn and wants only you.

I breathe, and exhale, cleansed.
You are my downfall and my resurrection,
my cleansing and my mystification.
Cigarette, how do you burn? Like an eye.

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Don’t make me surrender you. Surrender to me

your will, your stubbornness, your self, made

as it is of contrariness, blood, parts of me

and parts of your father. We are all the same:

sixty percent stubbornness, the rest impatience,

a drive to do the one thing they ask us not to.

We can’t help it. I’ve spent my whole life

trying to be that person who loves, who

can do what needs to be done, no questions.

Now here you are, stumbling, a mouth

on legs, your body a collection of passions,

you do what you feel, and never doubt.

And you’ve forced me, not to ask, but do,

A better me was born, in giving birth to you.

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