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try againIt's raining.
She's regretting missed chances the way only a Canadian can -
clutching a hot cup soon to have its rim rolled up,
and pining for lost loves the way only a twenty-something can -
watching grey drops roll down glass and writing bad poetry.
Except
she is no longer Canadian nor twenty-something
She
sips, remembering.
"Most
of my poetry is bad",
they said,
to each other,
as if to explain away the kind of person that would do as curious a thing as write down feelings.
they said,
to each other,
as if to explain away the kind of person that would do as curious a thing as write down feelings.
Instead
they sat a little too close
and said all the things except the one Thing.
and said all the things except the one Thing.
She
puts down the cup and dawdles pen on paper.
Someone
once told her
"reading and writing so much is a waste of time. it's not natural."
"reading and writing so much is a waste of time. it's not natural."
Old-world
echoes.
The
same voices that say girls should wear makeup, boys play with trucks and don't
cry, and girls don't belong with girls.
Another
sip of coffee.
she
writes,
and I find strength to break free of old ideas/and try again
No. Crumples it away.
Bad poetry.
Nursing her coffee, she hears faints lyrics from the speakers in the corner
'Here's
your medicine', [the Chinese doctor] said,
'If you not smile at [her], then someone else will.' *
'If you not smile at [her], then someone else will.' *
She
sips the last lukewarm drops.
loves
me, loves me not?
Unfurls
the petal -
Reesayez,
s'il vous plait.
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lyrics
from Ben Folds Five "Hold that thought"
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