Friday, March 14, 2008

When I was just a little girl, I asked my mother, what will I be..?

One day we see that no-one is in control.
  And we shake uncontrollably,
and laugh unconvincingly
  at things that are not funny.

We take the pills.
  Take a prescription, antidote
they widen your eyes and your throat.
  And you feel your brain float.

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