Victorian Furniture
I notice you don't have the couch no more. The TV stand is changed so that's good.
Is that plate better? There's no sharing in Joven's really. The last time
I was there they didn't have siomai.
I wasn't even looking at my food when you gave it to me, you know, before I took it.
And you gave it to me. And I received it, as if I had hands built to shoulder weight.
How about the shoulders of your shirt? Didn't it hurt? Did it? Digit?
Well, I can't tell you I told you so, can I? But before that: let's insert abstract wording
Make no sense art this is what. Pardon. Randomizer. Spell it backwords at least, you no smart.
Nobody knows your green. Your stories are, well, not meant to be open
Because they are closed, shut, no air, no air, enveloped, like in tombs. Mornings are before noon.
To others who didn't get scarred when they were 5.
When you were 5, where were you
When I told my daddy there was something out there
I could only love when I'm 12? You're 24 now, right?
Happy birthday.
Is that plate better? There's no sharing in Joven's really. The last time
I was there they didn't have siomai.
I wasn't even looking at my food when you gave it to me, you know, before I took it.
And you gave it to me. And I received it, as if I had hands built to shoulder weight.
How about the shoulders of your shirt? Didn't it hurt? Did it? Digit?
Well, I can't tell you I told you so, can I? But before that: let's insert abstract wording
Make no sense art this is what. Pardon. Randomizer. Spell it backwords at least, you no smart.
Nobody knows your green. Your stories are, well, not meant to be open
Because they are closed, shut, no air, no air, enveloped, like in tombs. Mornings are before noon.
To others who didn't get scarred when they were 5.
When you were 5, where were you
When I told my daddy there was something out there
I could only love when I'm 12? You're 24 now, right?
Happy birthday.
Labels: Sylvia Plath
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