By ZoE
Date: 3 July 2000
Pickle Jar
John, there is no such thing as falling in love
although I do believe in falling
I have been falling for two years
suckling milk from mimicking strangers
one like the next
but John, that is not love
there is no such thing as falling in love
my throat burns with some sort of realization
some sort of uncertainty
John, your mother doesn't acknowlege me
Your father rides big bikes
but I see I am begining to fall
apart
write write write
for my life
when tigers hiss
and rattlesnakes bite
back to the desert
back to Texas
back away from the fight
I fall apart
I begin to write
I want to tell her that funny feeling in her chest
the rattling in her heart
was not love
but cramps
John, there is no such thing as falling in love
or perhaps it's a matter of correct evolution
keeping your word
or perhaps I am just unlovable
and to the boy who thought he adored me
perhaps he hasn't seen my body slowly decaying
perhaps he lost track
because love is in the pickle jar
the sack of potatoes
your wish cigarette
the cracks in the venier floor
the cavities in your teeth
and there is no such thing as falling in love
either way, John you ruled the world that night
and I was beside you
waiting for you
as long as it took
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