I am the thunder clouds that trace the sky grey.
When day ends, I am that slide from skyline to mud.
The shift from today to tomorrow.
I am windless and your fingertips, as they tap dance your name across your thigh.
The morning after when all you want to do is forget.
I am the checker board pattern that decorates your shirt.
The glint in a gasoline soaked puddle.
I am in Mr. McGregors garden sampling the lettuce.
I am ears pricked, tail high.
I am hot desert.
I am hard wood floors, scuffed from steel boots and roller blades.
I am trash cans too full.
I am scraped knees.
I am the snake that taught you how to bite. Let you believe it would all be ok.
I am the one who danced with you in slow sunrise.
I am the forgetful mother, the detatched father.
The empty bedroom, the "don't worry its just a phase".
I am your heartsick daughter.
I am your laughing goddess.
I am the smell of diesel fuel, ob rubber boots. I am the peacock who lost her eyes.
I am a harpie, loud laugh and bare breast.
I am cold.
Yellow handle bars and mustard.
I am tomorrow and the day after.
I am never again.
I am "Please give me one more chance"
I am "It will get better"
I am "Its nothing personal"
I am a semi precious stone.
I am the dry leaves that crackle under your toes.
I am. I am. I am.
I am the crowded room that you must give an important speech to.
I am the empty glass, the yellowing skin of your favorite aunt.
I am a cigarette butt in the back pocket of your jeans.
I am frantic.
I am closed for a private party. I am up too early,
and out too late.
I am too late. And its too late.
I am the rationale that you use to believe its too late.
I know the bartender in these parts.
I gave a bartender a joint in these parts.
I am these parts.
I am the "on" switch
and the "off" switch
I am the "Attention Shaw's shoppers: Shaws will be closing in five minutes. Please proceed to the front for your final check out, and please, have a good night" switch.
I am banking on this idea and shutting the door.
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