February 27, 2003

get it, get it

i'm tired of the sun,
coming through the windows bright
and warm.
fooling me from the ice cold
it's not out in the blue of the day.
i miss it,
more then i think i do.
rainy days,
cool steamy nights. it was part of me (i never knew)
i stand in my shower,
trying to simulate it, the feeling
of the water falling on my flat head,
but i can't find it, the right mix
of empathy
and rain. i feel it young, and busy (like the buses)
outside of safe.
trying to figure out what to be
when it big, and i'm on my own.
behind my plastic curtain
i run the water cold
wakin it up inside.
cause you can't get it
if you don't know when to grab it.
first.
living is dieing
so take it, take it all bitch.

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