Tuesday, November 12, 2013
I Aint Nothing but Tired
Let my brothers look through my books first. Even the ones I've borrowed and never returned. This is important.
I want you to touch my dead face. Just so you can take it with you that it's all real. Yes, her cheek is cold. Yes.
Someone tell the story of the first day I saw a loon dive.
If you have my secrets, please keep them. And one day when you're old, you can reminisce about this one time there was this one girl who died. How sad, you might think. And if you remember then, at that moment, tell the world. Until, put my words in a quiet box.
Put them in that quiet box with me.