Come on! There’s more!
April’s tongue and cheek take on those who do not wish to hatch…
This small space is what I know.
This fish tank existence is what I am accustomed to.
Don’t give me the world.
This small space is what I know.
This oyster’s shell I created for myself is safe even if restrictive.
Don’t give me the world.
This small space is what I know.
This caplet of comfort is easy to swallow and numbing.
Don’t give me the world.
This small space is what I know.
It is familiar as the womb if a somewhat tight suffocating fit.
Don’t give me the world.
Filed under: poetry, Uncategorized, wonder on October 12th, 2009
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