[020]
06/06/2007 04:08 p.m.

What is it that I'm terrified of?
No -- I'm on my own now.

There are masses to back me but I
am granted an unwilling privacy.
It is over and over that I am falling
into hatred and love and
peevishness.



And if my innards battle?
I am an unwilling participant --
a lover and hater of humanity --
passive and aggressive to a fault.

I want you to be my Indian so
I can tell you I miss the desert.
I want to be your rawhide double and
burrow grainy and timid into the sand but
perhaps we're both too mild
when presented with the other.

and you can be my baby should you ever need to drink.

call it quits --
i am the blue-black dye cowgirl of a dying sect
(the dog handler of my age),
and I am smattered with conflicting desires and
obsolete quotations and
a desperate need for common decency.

aslop, lugubrious, and gravid with developing fright.

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Kurt Vonnegut will never stop making me feel better about the world I live in.

I am currently Insecure