"Pieces of Me"
Leave me at the tether, I like the copper feel of the tears, and the faint inclination I stroke in my hands- to turn my head and cast myself away. I like it here. I'll extend myself, wrap my shaded arms around you like a stuffed monkey with a suction cup. I've always looked nice on your window. And when the fogged evening approaches and the stars blanket my sillouette, la hierba grows sweetly in my mouth and I'll dream dreams of you- smokey tendrils of you.... Where are you now? My gilded parasol, hooked and buried in the fleshiness of my fingers, Well, it doesn't protect me much when I subject myself to the rays. Oh for the blind to go blind, what consequence is it? And I'll STILL lope after you until I'm wrenched short. My life-long rememberance, my souvenier for laughing and smiling with you Is the bond around my throat- You can't snuff me out or keep me away, tucked away or moved away, I like the pain, I love you, even in my dejected aversion. [email protected]
by Jennifer Thomas