Well, I like the large sweaters
I like the smell of the ocean
and the wind, my mother
wiped my legs off, and the sand
scratched across my skin
I wish I was young again
so i dont have to feel so sad
and we used to get cookies
out in the Mendocino air
sometimes I wish I was dead
so I can go back to it
well, it tastes just like bagels
and I dont know whats coming yet
now I feel like no one likes me
and Im not as close as I was
to the pieces of crab shell
that we tried not to step on
and I dont feel ugly
my fingers taste like salt
and I dont want to go home
hh
- November 27, 2011
- AlexandHelen
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