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I would Walk Like Water Droplets
I am exploding from beneath my hair,
On all sides but one.
If I could paint my face,
I would call on red and yellow.
My eyelids would drag like heavy carpets
Groping along my eyelash walls
In spurts and spasms,
Words,
Gypsy moths,
Old horses.
I would walk like water droplets,
Getting bigger by the drip.
Could someone see my hard stains?
My corrosive ghosts,
My rusty eraser shavings?
I would leave a pale ring.
