ramblings
she said she'd travelled the world, she said she had a silver plane. I never said no to her, I never held her forearm to see the transparancy. I always sold butterflies in scherbert containers and they always seemed to come out more colorful. that is how we met, she would come and buy scherbert and when she was done she'd bring the empties back. We've got so many short lives in the back of our pockets but we never stop to see them leave the creamy casings and watch them fly. I wish I could have put her in an empty, I know she'd never fit, her wings were just as colorful as the ones I used to catch. so far away she blew into the wind, sometimes glancing at me from above, she was like a child learning to ride for the first time. she needed to be watched and I watched, yes, I watched until my horrid vision allowed me to. The rain came down hard that night, it pounded the ground into neo constructionism but i knew it was her, I knew she had bad vision too, sad vision too.