Monday, February 22, 2010


On a Saturday night I stumbled out of my mothers womb
drunk with expectation
gathered myself up in newborn majesty
and told the room my story

I told about the kings and the whitewater
the morning I first heard the poplar trees whisper
that my heart was too big for this world
they looked at my tiny feet and then at eachother
and shook their heads

I swam away

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