By sarah iristakeroot@aol.com
Date: 31 May 2000
pigtails
empty spaces aren't as
wide crossing distances
as they are crossing lives
and the moments
in between
the times of sadness
and disillusionment
when we realize that this life
isn't what we dreamt it
would be in our childhood
when i was in my pigtails
and my mom telling me
that i had the snarliest
hair she had ever brushed
wanting to be wonder woman with
a lasso around my waist and blue
black hair
now life is a series of distances
distances between occurences and loves
and people to share my bed with
now its just cruel irony when
i come home and my fish
is dead
its a series of distances between when
things grow old and people leave
and you learn to accept things
you never thought you would
and that you would listen to classical
music and want quiet days
and crave another body more
then any book or fantasy thought
possible
and all i want is to be in
pigtails again
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