my thoughts were a sweater too big for my brain
so i tossed them in the wash and waited
for a while while they spun in soaked circles
waiting for the migration of my mind to dry
where i'd feel the heat and succumb to the shrink
because i'd rather my brain be busting the seams
than free to float in a sweater unsuitable.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
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