I.
sometimes things will make sense
but mostly they won't
and one night
when the maps give you open wounds instead of
papercuts
you will sit motionless in a parked car
baptized with safety instead of
gasoline
II.
you will wield smiles like fishhooks,
contagious and sharp
you will
waste yourself on
charlatans
you will kiss a man
who tilts your chin
and touches you slow
you
won't
feel
anything
much
III.
you will spend your whole life waiting
for something to hit you hard enough to make you
feel like you have
spent thirty years in a broom closet
you will live night daily
waiting for the sunrise
and occasionally dancing
for the stars
baptized with safety instead of
gasoline
--I really love the whole thing but this especially.
beautiful reading too.
she did
contagious and sharp
you will
waste yourself on
charlatans"
Oh so true.