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Glass Stranger
"Good-Bye", I said
My Bare Back turned
to Face the Windows
of My favorite
Glass Stranger
I am traveling
Up the spiral
spun
by the Giant swarms
of tiny glowing Sounds
in the backyard
of my
brain
"Here I go", I said
to my Silky-Art-Never-In-Touch-Year
There is no-thing
can
Fly
Like this-thing
(Floating Pair
of
Glittery-Red Shoes)
"You look different than I imagined", it said.
For the shaking
is
Family
and
the dust
Hunts
Us
*I have been living here for twelve-thousand, seven-hundred and seventy-five days Momma, and I still haven't learned to crawl.
P.S.-Please send the sleep you promised
Like Old Vice Edges,
Light Lighting
Miraculous Imagery
Especially:
"Floating Pair
of
Glittery-Red Shoes)"