When day is done, the sky
puts on her black dressing gown
and turns in for the night.
Home
smooth as polished stone
marble bodies like three
for my –– sing! ––
How many times
have I died? How many alive?
I was a ghost. A breath. You
caught my scent. Made me flesh.
my world precious & so small though I am trying—
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“It can’t feel anything any longer,” said Teddy. “Everything that lives eventually dies. That’s the natural order of things.”
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If I were a pop idol in Japan, I would smile until my face hurt. I would like smiling. I would love smiling. I would have so many, many reasons to smile.
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“I know it isn’t supposed to make any sense,” I said, “but I can tell something in me has changed.”
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i am barely an animal
no divine hope
or angelic voice to fill me