Monday, October 18, 2010



This...

In the early morning

We smoke cigarettes on

The fire escape. I hide

Behind my glasses and

The stalling elephants

Produce silly sounds.

There is a light in my throat and

It blinds me.

Whenever things get

Big fast people begin

To stare at the

Wall. There are

Pictures behind my

Eyes that you

Will never see, I

Will never get the curves

Just right or the lines

Just straight and for

That I am sorry.

By Caitlin Rothrock

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