November 2011
2 posts
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Little Girl Demons
When we were children
you made up people -
angels and demons,
and I believed them.
The angel was named Shari
and she protected you.
She knew you by the
crystal you carried in your
small and thin little hand.
You would interpret for me
all of the lovely things
she said.
And the demon, his name
was the joker – after Batman,
and he toyed with us,
scared us by creating
cold spots...
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You Disapprove
You disapprove of science fiction
and fantasy, and well anything that
you consider unrealistic, which is
actually all of fiction.
You tell me you enjoyed it
as a small and naïve child, but now
you know the world is filled
with enough strangeness
for a lifetime.
In a way, I don’t blame you.
It’s frightening –
the way you can want so badly
to curl up into a world
where anything is...
