i was ashamed of her

December 22, 2006

this
is kind of
hard
when the rain
won’t stop, and my
head won’t either.
i want to walk outside, i
want
to go away
for a while.
i’m trying not to
miss
what’s missing
?
and
i don’t know, i guess i just
keep waiting
i want to
take a bath
in tea
for two, please.
funny,
how it eases
into next time, i miss
something.
my windowsill is wet, my eyes
aren’t quite dry
i keep thinking about
before
like it was tomorrow, even though
i know better.
i feel like being 
stupid
i feel like getting high
a kite in a rainstorm,
the kite Cormack flew first
at night on the lake.
i feel like
cold water, and sometimes
a soft melody or
that tingle in your nose
before
you
sneeze.
i am sometimes wringing my hands
there is already arthritis in them and i 
always
have ink on my knuckles, my ugly hands
and i want it to snow, even though it hurts my hands
because snow hurts less
than rain
i
want
to 
stop
missing

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