Sunday, April 12, 2009

It Was As If

It was as if
a little witch
who’d landed
heavily inside

a lake-large cup
of toxic tea
discovered
that for her

to re-attain
her sovereignty
she’d have
to choose

between
consuming it
and flying
so fast out

of it that
nothing could
remember
she had been

in its extravagantly
undesired sea.
It was as if
she suddenly

and absolutely
knew that
neither was
a possibility.






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