Faux Fur Jacket On a Hot Day
Starlight, star fight
I hope no one cries tonight
I hope that life
is more than the sun
and more than that book I read
about the horses,
more than the dirt on the floor,
sitting there like a
fairy dust covers a flower.
The flower blows in the wind
and I weep
for the day that comes when
life no longer
has an end
or really a beginning.
This jacket is itchy
and I itch it like my mind
hurts, it hurts when I think of
how sick I am of
running away from
the life that is coming
to me.
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