Monday, March 28, 2011

morning classes.

Her eyes were bloodshot
 Her esophagus was warm.
Her breath was potent
Her consciousness diluted.
She still felt like she was being hugged from the inside.
Unbreakable, she felt protected enough to be vulnerable.
She felt strong enough
To stumble to a Saab in a broken heel,
And to start- and accelerate
And accelerate
And accelerate.
She loses em-pee-ayche count,
As quickly as she lost count of cuervo.
Brakes slide on guard rails and squeak-
But they don’t stop.
Control was harder for her-
Than the calculus she never got done. 
And someone, will turn in her book today. 

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