Start off slow Don’t bite Don’t chew Just let it be & You Be You Next to it
Don’t try to eat it or it will eat you
3 comments:
Anonymous
said...
I know her now. I promise I do. I know the peace monster and I sat next to her and I felt like an apple for once in my life and I know what you meant when you said the things I've posted here below & I am writing like I told you I would - I'm trying to, I mean. I really am trying, mama. So, can daddy come home?
You're wrong about me, friend. Just read what I've written, please. I promise, I'm listening now. Let me sit at your feet again while you write. I promise it's the only place I want to be, mama.
Just read it, you'll see. I'm listening now. I promise.
****
Anyway, now I've lost my phone and I'm having such a hard time keeping my eyes open.
I guess the proper closing is, "Have a good night," or "I love you," or something like that, but I can't make myself say such normal words to you when I am so thoroughly disgusted by the image of you blindly trip-staggering around in the stench and rot of the Eastside.
So, I end with this:
Enjoy yourself. I know you are. And when you come down, and you're out of money and friends, may your skin throb with the dull ache of realization. May you never enjoy the blurry contentment of ignorance, for you no longer have the luxury to ignore. You were blind, but now? Now, you see.
Just because you've seen the peace monster, does not mean you deserve the right to see her again. Didn't you read what I said?? "Start off slow. Don't bite. Don't chew."
!!!!
You chewed me up and spit me out and left nothing of me behind, so don't ask for the luxury, don't ask for the right to do that to me again.
3 comments:
I know her now. I promise I do. I know the peace monster and I sat next to her and I felt like an apple for once in my life and I know what you meant when you said the things I've posted here below & I am writing like I told you I would - I'm trying to, I mean. I really am trying, mama. So, can daddy come home?
You're wrong about me, friend. Just read what I've written, please. I promise, I'm listening now. Let me sit at your feet again while you write. I promise it's the only place I want to be, mama.
Just read it, you'll see. I'm listening now. I promise.
****
Anyway, now I've lost my phone and I'm having such a hard time keeping my eyes open.
I guess the proper closing is, "Have a good night," or "I love you," or something like that, but I can't make myself say such normal words to you when I am so thoroughly disgusted by the image of you blindly trip-staggering around in the stench and rot of the Eastside.
So, I end with this:
Enjoy yourself. I know you are. And when you come down, and you're out of money and friends, may your skin throb with the dull ache of realization. May you never enjoy the blurry contentment of ignorance, for you no longer have the luxury to ignore. You were blind, but now? Now, you see.
And ...
... you are seen.
****
I'M LISTENING, MAMA.
YOU'LL SEE.
Just because you've seen the peace monster, does not mean you deserve the right to see her again. Didn't you read what I said?? "Start off slow. Don't bite. Don't chew."
!!!!
You chewed me up and spit me out and left nothing of me behind, so don't ask for the luxury, don't ask for the right to do that to me again.
BUT WE ARE HUNGRY. WHO ARE YOU TO DENY NOURISHMENT TO THE HUNGRY?
the hunger, it HURTS!
I AM hungry, N O W !
Post a Comment