Bottled UpA Poem by Sara Henry HeistandWhat riding on a Greyhound bus gives you.
wow dear yet again you have redefined the limits of personal space fill the empty spaces you can’t just hide your every movement i see every motion in your looking glass i blink back from the next row seat 43 we’re burnin unadulterated reticence ripping the scent from you fermenting for later i sell every part of you you can’t realize you’ve just turned something so special on its head
© 2008 Sara Henry HeistandAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on April 7, 2008 Last Updated on April 8, 2008 AuthorSara Henry HeistandMadison, WIAboutIt's been a while since I've written (over half a year?) and it's time for me to start up again. My life's back on the right track and now I have the time and the emotional capacity. So on with it. .. more..Writing
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