tossed.

too shocking to see

lamented & laminated, lost &

BOSSED, tossed, left out & churning, running for the toss off

she crept dangerously through the night

hating font & word constructs

but loving stevens,

shaking her head

wondering  about the trouble, trouble, trouble

feeling claustrophobic & suffused with anxiety & cinnamon sticks

as she reached the door, grasped the handle,

¾ quarter turn, she felt the vibrations of the grasshopper rubbing its legs & about-faced into the evading night that sank in submarine fashion

down she wished, sweet rambling night,                                                                                          take me with you.

~ by Thursday Afternoon Girl on February 17, 2008.

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