Why weren't you born with sight? And why am I stuck
with it? You smell with your eyes and hear with your lips and speak with your ears,
but you still never see.
What happened to you? What went wrong
with me? Somewhere your configuration went right to end you
up all mixed around. Jinxed around.
Your head is in your chest and your heart has floated up to take your brain's place;
dangling idle as a limp balloon on a string laced with splinters. Maybe that's why
I wish the splinters wouldn't be so stingy. I would've preferred feathers.
At least when they came in unannounced they'd be gentle.
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