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sitting up straight, a letter to lockjaw
by Angela Thomasdear lockjaw,
you might be surprised to learn that i am writing
this letter to you from a peculiar place. one where
i am completely aware of the clothing on my back,
the lump in my throat, the itch on my eyelid. a peculiar
place indeed. one where sobriety reigns and smart decisions
are made quickly, without regret, but not without feeling
the change in the undercurrent that they allow. it's always
kind-of sad to me when i watch the waves receed at night,
the shoreline stretching like the gleaming walls of a tub
fresh from the shower. so, lockjaw, you see, it's a strange
place indeed to be. i haven't been here in as long as i can
remember. certainly not since we've been talking. but, no matter
now. the tide has changed. the shoreline emerges. the moon dances
on the water. i'm really writing this letter. and my back always
seemed crooked before. like i could never really sit up straight,
like those proud yoga teachers perched perfectly postured in front
of a classroom of devoted human pretzels. i focus on my third eye,
bring god to the front of my mind, and indulge in the only drug i need
from here on out. lockjaw, from lotus, this is simply fabulous.
love you,
angela 03/23/2009 Posted on 03/23/2009
Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas
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