elise

"Only a Test"

Last night I dreamt of ghosts and schoolbuses
and one of my mice died.
We are going to sit down and write it together:

With every year you age a day.

I woke up early.
This isnt what its supposed to be.

Its not a good time to go mad.

I check the moon cycle,
maybe I have some kind of disorder.

Oh what you must think of me!
So much uncertainty and disarray.
Its time to build that shanty in the woods.

This is paraphrased, but you get the idea.

THIS WAS ONLY A TEST

I told you the scandal got deep. Guess what? It got deeper.
Its just that Im brain-dead,
imagining him alive, vivacious, laughing

Photos of nights spent out.
I love the fact that I still giggle.

Its a nice thought.

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Elise11.02 (surrealist poem idea, using scraps of recent suicide girls' journal entries. hope you don't mind!)