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[Sage Francis]
here i am. crouched in the corner. hiding from the light seeping out from under the door.
reminiscing of when i was living in fear, "is he here yet?"
i feel sweat building up on my upper back.
children are under attack with every question mark.
when testing starts, hearts burn and stomachs knot.
inner organs begin to morph in to dinnerless orphans asking for more things to digest.
"but oliver!"
but, i love her.
"you do?"
i guess.
"what part...all of her?"
yeah...except when she tempts men.
you know those uncontrollable feelings and thoughts, accept them.
now i accept when she tempts men to extend
platonic handshakes. see? i'm all hung up on sex again,
and untrusting. "is she still talking to him?!"
i'm hung up. used to be off the hook.
picked up girls and read their motives like an awful book.
"put them down!" fast but gently
to maintain a crass entry level position. last century, i had several decisions
to make before the new millenium
to secure finances. as for dollars, did i make a mil or any? ummmm...
check the public records. freedom of information
act 1, scene 2, third page, fourth paragraph, fifth sentence, sixth word, seventh letter,
"gee...seems like i ain't make any,"
and i'm stuck clutching onto my very last penny...
loafer. searching every crevice of the sofa,
warning him not to get any closer.
i need some space to breathe. but he's making me
shovel the snow, cut the grass, and rake the leaves.
take these responsibilities and shove 'em!
these working boots weren't made for running...
your landscaping business. my hands are shaking hidden fists, holding a dead fish.
breaking limp wrists and listening for lisps.
smack the speech impediments out your mouth piece.
i'm all alone in the foster home, killing myself with the housekeys.
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