March 02, 2012


Parade them in front of me
one by one at times
all at once at others
poke poke poke
silently with the thinnest
and sharpest needle
and then demand
that I smile through it all
and spread cheer
and forget that
I too have certain feelings
that I don't wish to be trampled upon

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