Friday, February 11, 2011


and gussied up,

I strapped a rocket

to the small of my back

and pressed my face

against the cool wallpaper

of the bedroom.

I lit the wick

and sent today hurtling,

skirts singed at the hems.

Wednesday is submerged

in the glass of water

on my nightstand.

in mid-sleep, I hide things

between mattress and


I toss these layers off.

while dreaming myself small,

the alarm nags me awake.

I find a Ball jar of balloons

next to my clock

with a note that says:


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