Made in some momentary display of yum
What were we going to do? I had no idea and still am unsure. I do hope though that it will happen, and smile when it doesn't. See I got teeth, 9 or ten of them spread across my fingers and face. Lets look out the window of the van I don't yet have but remember riding in as a child. The cold water seems so far away from where we are now. The air has taken it's chill and all thats left of the memory of liquid is the fluid you were grown in. Embryonic is the thought that says "she will leave." All sleeves and snot covered hem lines. I'm fine, grateful in fact that I've never met the sister that swears she'll break me on the rocks of family history. Blistering are the critical words I'm holding in my throat knowing that to pass my lips would burn a hole in the rug you've been so kind enough to lay upon. Am I done, is it done, has the world become one giant lovely yum. No, guess not, you sparkle I'll shine laughter little doll it's all we need to start a chorus. There is a drone that went on before us and all it needs is a melody to join in. I'm in again, praying I don't fall out, run out, or drop out. I'm a cop when it gets cold, trying to explain how all my fretting will make so much more sense when you are so much older. But I don't want it to make sense to you and I wish it'd stop making sense to me. I still remember clearly being free. I am free. If I had that past/future van I might even start to believe.