a reluctant poem
Written on June 12 at Write Here Write Now; took until now to decide whether I wanted to post publicly.
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She changed my mind.
Baptized my brain in cortisol
without laying a hand.
By not laying a hand.
I am Harlow's monkeys,
she is the hollow cloth form
I cling to still,
knowing it's hollow, and yet.
I prattled away as a child to her,
a figment of my own imagination,
never knowing I was alone,
never knowing she was
carefully making me
in her hollow image.
Originally posted at http://violetcheetah.dreamwidth.org/64776.html. Feel free to comment there
comments
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She changed my mind.
Baptized my brain in cortisol
without laying a hand.
By not laying a hand.
I am Harlow's monkeys,
she is the hollow cloth form
I cling to still,
knowing it's hollow, and yet.
I prattled away as a child to her,
a figment of my own imagination,
never knowing I was alone,
never knowing she was
carefully making me
in her hollow image.
Originally posted at http://violetcheetah.dreamwidth.org/64776.html. Feel free to comment there
comments