I blink and even my eyelids are hot and thick from the muggy heat. I choke on the sun's rays and wonder for the hundredth time why my mother stayed here. The pavement is sizzling beneath my feet, its sweat rising up into the air, smelling of gasoline and rusty pickup trucks. Every woman seems to be dragging her tired eyes on the ground and I hear the voice of their husbands tumbling out their ears. This town is a dull headache, carving out every word of worry into my temple.
There's too many bad memories here. Too many excuses, so many that they're swallowing up every surface. Molding my brain. There's no reason to stay and no reason to go except the promise of a beginning. The end of a life and the birth of a new one.
I would fill your arms with lilies and make you a crown so you could wave a rose scepter at all the garden-things who you rule over. I'd sew the stars onto your skin and in your hair so no matter where you went, I'd see a twinkling of light and I could find you. If you wanted to be found.
12:43 a.m. - 2005-06-21
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