Interview
practical joker
In
the parlor a gentleman
We
never saw his face
Old
meadows heart simply stopped
Very
shocked brokenhearted
Death
did not make him
More
than an announcement
Story
ends two days after the funeral
Scattered
brained
A
monster one hundred chubby little moment
Wrinkled
her nose
Cautious
craned neck a million times
Pressed
together a line of her forehead
Too
late heavy feet emerged
No
answer would do, snatcher her up
All
the world like a metronome counting off seconds
Scurried
don’t peek for cover
Eyes
swept a bit of colorful gleaming
Pointed
straight at gross unfairness
Fired
of playing hide and seek
With
myself careful side to side
Come
on give me a ride
Full
prospect
If
you don’t
I
won’t tell you any more fairy tales so there
Seventy
degrees on the other side
Carry
me back uneasiness to shout
With
pity presence whirl towards
She
doesn’t need you now
Let
him stay Cinderella.
Cinderella
wasn’t pleased when
His
wife walked in
Still
Sunday afternoon in utter solitude:
Pretend.
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