Encounters of the Usual Kind
by Anna
I can almost taste the silver of my eyelids when I close them, Choices, they say, choosing to turn away A half-sob is a fisted hand in a pocket and A great love for the apple in my hand, the crisp skin, cool green Radiance, and I walk, and I have my apple, and There they are. I talked, yesterday. I try to smile hello, but too soon? There are several feet of awkwardness before the awkwardness starts With a frownile, hybrid happiness. My own creation, I will keep it, pledge it till the day I- Don't know what I want to happen, to happen to me, I have just only decided Not to pick up the razor, and already there are people staring at me, blinking, Breathing the sunlight out of the air and I want to go photosynthesize with them And the corners of my mouth tug up into a smile, and they don't know its because I'm weird, and one of them actually smiles back. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ No plagiarizing indeed! Thanks, Anna, so much for sharing. It is truly beautiful. I am proudly publishing your page. I hope you enjoy my site and welcome you back anytime! Dana |
