Tuesday, February 1, 2011

d.

Bring me your leftover Jello,
              and I'll refrigerate it for you.

Bring me your morning mouth,
              and I'll loan you my toothbrush.

Bring me your uncut hair,
              and I'll cut however much you'd like.

Bring me your tangled mind,
              and I'll help you roll it into a ball of yarn
          
             from which you can knit yourself a hat
             to wear when you are out (and it is cold).
             Where formation is demanded of thoughts
             and opinions are only strong if static.
                          But:
                               when you come home
                           there will be a peg for you
                        to hang your hat alongside mine.
                     So both our tangled minds can drink tea
                             and breathe deeply in an
                              unguarded authenticity.

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