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Sep 26
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Yellow Sweater

Tar and Feathers

I left my room to cry in the park. 
I hoped the smell of wet grass
would trigger the primal part of me 
that fabricates tears. 

After a few sad songs, 
a few sips of too hot tea, 
a few breaths of thick air, 
I squeezed salty water 
from my eyes,
into my hands. 

The dirt is softer than 
my polished hardwood floor, 
the grass is greener
then a poisonous Victorian hat.  

I rearrange my skirt, 
and worry about my mascara. 

Why must I feather myself 
Instead of washing off the tar?
 
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  1. Moonsand
    Sep 26, 2020

    this was truly beautiful. it sounds so “gentle” and “lulling” (I don’t even know if that makes sense) but at the same time it has such a deep meaning.

    “I can’t just say ‘cheer up’ no matter what. But in the midst of all that difficulty, try to find that small happiness.”
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  1. Yellow Sweater
    Sep 26, 2020

    thank you!

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