Pungsnotded

What’s that like?

November 18th, 2007

It’s like a big cold tree

 

And this is who you are.

And this is all you know.

And the Morton Salt Girl is singing with the band,

and your sister sleeps soundly, dreaming her

14 year old dreams, and you decide,

she must wake up, and skip off

with you to steal flowers, and she does.

It’s like waking up on blue carpet, that

matches some your Grandma had

years ago.

You wake up, and there is a giant empty plastic half gallon

Not half full, but all the way empty.

It’s like dying your hair with cleaning products and vodka

It’s like refusing to wear your leather coat in the winter.

Just dragging that coat behind you, like a pet.

Because a sleeveless shirt is enough to keep you warm

when you are surrounded by people you love.

Who love you.

Who like to laugh.

Who watch your back.

As long as you need.

It’s like the family on Earth extends beyond blood.

Beyond common sense.

And we all play and run around and spin.

Together.

With bruises and black eyes.

And spraypaint.

See you next time.

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