…i find myself
….caught….
….in…
intersections
…..of….
…thoughts …
criss crossing like…
…palm trees in sand
storms…
questioning
…HOW?
to…look …the part ..act
the part be the part…when
sand…
storms from…
…sand boxes howl like hyenas
“you are only an 8 year old
monkey girl …dingle
dangling
from
a
jungle gym…what do you know about anything?”
…so…
i tremble
at
stop signs…
…flood the ignition with…
…jingle
jangle tunes and …
…with
eyes wide open…
…drop…
like ripe olives…
…to stronger hands
than my …
own
