today #1

today #1

A Poem by Ashley H

ive come to terms

with the truth that

walls

and everything in them

are imaginary

and people in the waiting room

arent

always

watching you.

swallowing

swallowing

swallowing

the roof of my mouth

the right side of the street smells like my grandparents lay z boy

dont ever drink coco straight from the can

unless your guts are made of steel

and your tiles arent that particular shade of white

especially if youve got a case of the heavy elbows.

© 2010 Ashley H


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Added on November 3, 2010
Last Updated on November 3, 2010