Sunday, May 25, 2014

The Poem is the Antidote to your Parents

Fill up on bread.
Start running.
Don't look either way.
Don't wear a sweater.
Forget your lunchbox.
Don't learn a trade to fall back on.
Take that tone with me.
Make me repeat myself.
Make me come back there.
Make me turn this car around.
Mess up your room.
Let yourself fall apart.
Go, go, go, go, go.
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.
Don't even bother to look.  Just leap.

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