they pay to kiss your feet

since there's no one else around, we let our hair grow long and forget all we used to know. then our skin gets thicker from living out in the snow.

Monday, April 14, 2008

i will never...

own the car of my dreams
have blond hair
not be a dog person
like artificial light
be good at gardening
spend more money on a handbag than on a pair of jeans
think i'm tall enough
have perfect vision
pass a gumball machine without searching for a quarter
stop missing gus
enjoy chopped liver
be graceful
stop believing in god
read as much as i should
learn to dive
stop missing people
understand when people don't step out of their comfort zone
take health for granted
have two good hair days in a row
have good handwriting
like to para sail
stop cooking
give myself a good manicure
drive by my childhood home without aching
stop giving
forget how to love
be a typical housewife
have a perfect outfit for every occasion
regret my private school education
stop suffering from buyer's remorse
be completely satisfied with each poem i write
own a guinea pig


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