If I cannot talk to him I can talk with myself
Aren't I just as worthy of it?
The pink flamingo shirt wedges between the dresser and the wall
The squirrels are flying
Flashes of that intersection
On the way to the hospital
So much horror and no one to share it with
Of course I'm skirting the issue
Honestly, I feel relieved
The mountain painting reflects from the large wooden mirror
The loons bob on the surface of the lake
I'm not disappointed but I am a little mad
The truth has set me free
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