a never-ending tunnel of altos

Posted on November 23, 2010

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i let my demons in every once and a while
(an hour, over lunch, just like we talked about)
they sit lovingly in my living room
drinking that type of tea that i always forget the name of but always want to try
reminding me of when i wore a purple dress with an apple juice stain
(that still hasn’t been cleaned)
just like the pure cream colored spider
hauling its own body, the size of a quarter
across the parking lot at the gas station
reminds me that my heart can still beat independently

i may never gift you what i promised, Halloween
but you were right, they keep me alive

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