The Strangest Thing Happened Last Night...
2007-10-01 - 2:30 p.m.
The logic in your eyes makes hemlock swallow down like paint brushes swabbed in martyr memories and a liar's sacrifice.
The best thing I could do for you is let you in and offer you a gambler's odds.
Let in hidden memories because the drugs won't take anymore. It's my immune system that allows me to name these accusations like Salem.
I'll give it up. Hire out my heart.
Drink up memories in these sippy cups they gave us upon entering the real world.
I'll give it up. Trade in all the fairy tales at the price of forever.
I'll give it up...never.
You told me don't settle for a man, don't give up flying, my shoes were cement and my wings stalled. You told me don't settle for a man and handed my journals to strangers with beards and lists like Santa Claus.
You told me don't settle for a man, so here I lie with the next Eve where you swore you'd never forgive.
Your eyes are as bright as crowns in the crocheted black bucket of sky.
I am conscious of the skeletons in this storage room. His kisses never restored me nor lit a fire.
The little dipper holds my secrets... who holds yours? and the little dipper inks memories like tattoos.
Me.