These clothes are not mine,
this bed is not mine.
I am in some horrific costume
but I remember all the rules.
I exist in a foreign realm;
strange centuries tattoo
my arms –
they are not –
mine –
Take me away to some
correct place
so I can say my name
and they shall know that
stars should act properly:
they should not parade in my head,
unreleased.
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
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One Art, to recognize, must be,
Another Art to Praise.
- Emily Dickinson