things that i cannot even begin to handle

18 April 2006 @ 11:09 am

i am just a pair of huge, brown-black eyes
staring out over pale, freckled cheek bones
who am i
if death is something stirring around
in the back of your unlit stomach
if death is something that is repositioning
every gland in my body to Arizona
who am i
if i only want to be like Ingrid?

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