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[title] => Divorce From Reality, so Me
[time] => 2004-12-07 14:34:48
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[bodytext] => Your uncombed eyebrows make you look like God awaken from a nightmare where I lost all notions of how to live; your eyebrows like clouds creaking over a stained ocean go great with my messy eyelashes broken like corn stalks, husband My hair smells like an airless dungeon and you’re trapped under my chin, your hands smell metallic like fresh blood leaking from glass tubes; soap like sanity is false, never lasts Even though I have been eating bread and Chinese again, my figure stays anorexic, your body has grown from the outside, your insides empty, like caskets I notice these things husband, I wish you took me seriously at least this one time that I am so mad Last night or last year I filled the ashtray with milk, cigarette midgets floated in bacteria eroding the process of rebirth I took a picture in case you didn’t believe me, sad me At night when u don’t come home I draw your outline on the wall (white walls look like smashed skull pieces) and dance I dance! with you; our knees bumping What if I told you I don’t think I am Christ, I am only the Queen of the Altered States, and all the Indians carry me through the desert, I told you I am crazy, but you are too primitive I see through the corn fields, into the city I see through our future into the eye of hurt I see through the wind into collective consciousness, I see through you into an eternal divorce from reality, so me. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 220 [topic] => 21 [informant] => ina [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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