things pile up.

try and let it slide
but nothing ever gets clear
before it hitssnagstangles
around a piece of a memory
you couldn't leave to the crows.

try and shed this skin.
strip to sleep and hope
that what you're not talking about
doesn't stain the sheets.
spring's coming soon,
and room is rapidly running out.

try and shut the door now.
i'll turn you away
i've too much to still remember
before i clean myself out
to let you bother me right now.

my closet's stuck on open.
but nothing goes in for the moment.

please find someplace else to dump your crap.

05/15/2006

Author's Note: topic from Sarah J.

Posted on 05/15/2006
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