09 December 2010

translation

markings on my face from berries,
my face the abandoned house.

my hands are dark purple today;
they never are
on normal days.

normally i would like to be lighter,
ignite wheat, or your other fields

do boys grow taller
where you're from, stilts and flat-tops,

the question doesn't know what i meant,
but all i want is to be
thin and a whisp

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