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[disgruntledmuse]

I have not been myself in days. I have been shelled
and halved, I have been drunk dry.

Watching the marigolds unfold
I remembered how we had huddled together, late nights,
not knowing what we were missing. Not knowing what held us, that holding
one another is just another way to hold ourselves.

Little girls, large hopes. Where are you today?

I loved you like an astronaut loves his tether.
What are these shoe strings that keep us
tied down?

(I have tied myself to you,
tell me -- what else could I have done?
You promised to be still, you wore the ropes
so well)