I say “Hi, my name is Taryn”
As if that means something;
And I guess to me it does.
Why can’t you see the roller-coaster
Rising up off the page where I signed my name?
My highs and lows laid out there for all of the world
To see in five little letters.
Five letters to say I love
Fairytales and pornography.
Five letters to say I hate
I read a book and I get transported.
I read a book and I drown in dreams.
I read a book and I meet monsters.
I read a book and I fall in love.
I read a book and I breathe.
I read a book and I live.
I read a book and I am me…
Retired after
twenty years.
Now what?
I look at her weathered face
and I can see that time doesn’t fly.
It picks, it chips,
it spits out turpentine,
and it drizzles acid rain.
I look at her and I can see
that her cheeks are rusty
and the crows have made
a nest of her bonnet.
I look at her and I want to cry.
I look at her and I can’t help Continue reading
The first
summer
gray rain
came and
I was
glad for
a while,
only
my pen
and paper
didn’t
know it.
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