good
goodI dunno how to move my mouth to form a smile
they took that away from me, see
I dunno how it is this way
still, it is, it just is
one side is pretty okay
the other side
leather-monster-beast pain, don't ask
I dunno I just dunno
except people can't hold my gaze
like they did before the maul
or, Day Of The Teeth
if I were to name it Lakota-style
I dunno how to uncurl my fingers
they took that too, see
so I press these buttons with my wristbones
and I'm getting good at it
some days oughta get a prize
You dunno the hows about some things either
so I know you understand because
you've been through your own
Day Of The Teeth
one side pretty okay
the other side
leather-monster-beast pain, don't ask
and I can sense this about you,
the struggle of keeping sturdy and steadfast
you're getting good at it
I'm proud of you
I'm telling you now you're flying strong
it's visible to anyone who's just here
some days oughta get a prize
_elizabeth jill_
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2015-04-08 at 15:59
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