Not Again by Amy WustrinI have to laugh at myself sometimes.
At my capacity to come out of a deep coma
In a fit of turmoil and frenzy,
Then slip peacefully back into it
Only to re-emerge, yet again,
This time like I never missed a beat.
At my unflinching determination to pretend
That everything written all over my face
Was penned in invisible ink
And no one can realy see it.
And my tendency to celebrate every sensation
With a new mix CD.
I blame my parents and my age and my inexpirience
Like I need to make excuses for my emotions.
Like I need to brace myself for some impending doom
When really
I don't need to make excuses
And I don't need to brace myself.
I just need to relax
And more importantly
Laugh.
05/29/2004 Posted on 05/29/2004 Copyright © 2025 Amy Wustrin
|