ambivalence
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One time I talked to a stone wall,
and it was just like talking to you.
Except
without the interuptions.
I say,
Hey, Wall, what's happenin'?
You think you're trapping me,
You are the sunshine
i am the rain
i just wanted You to be mine
but You were avoiding pain
Mouths
slightly open
like pitchers
holding whatever happens to be on our
tongues
waiting for words
to cool
to room temperature
as to not shatter
the glass
we pour them into.
The blossoms of Asia,
uprooted and relocated
to the provinces of suburbia.
Dolls, SUVs and ornate lawns,
adorn and pretense
the decaying minds of the dawn.