wading through oil
spills
weeks on end
peeking through
rainbows with
black backgrounds.

how do i survive
that which feeds my
chain of restraints
days, weeks,
sometimes months
piled upon one
another?

smile
for the camera,
smile
smile
smile
until my jaw
aches
like a tooth
after pulling
my leg(s)
right out
from under me.

i melt
into myself

and when
unshed tears

form with
puddle-less
ease around
my feet

the sun
peeks
back through
cotton candy
clouds

so i can
smile
smile
smile
for the camera.

11/21/2006

Posted on 11/21/2006
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