Wednesday, 11 February 2009
they drink sugar in their dreams
when owls are the size of a quarter
they cant do nobody no harm.
they sit like little lambs on your shoulder
feather puff white, rumbling tiny purring coos
and turn their heads all the way around.
they arent afraid to look behind them.
yesterday someone suggested to me
that my past might haunt me.
i promise i only find it amusing.
like a movie with some other girl in it.
some other girl that i dont feel
one way or the other about.
shes the *everygirl*.
and so i think, how will she get out of that one?
but she always does... and in her bedroom
there are always moons and ghost dolls,
birds nests and brambled branches,
and boxes with tiny twirling ballerinas.