I've been wondering where you've been,
Making my eyes hot like a summer football morning
Burning the brightest candle of helplessness and optimism.
And my fingers twitch like a scepter-gripping queen,
You are her mother and she rules her own world
With a ruler set to scale what spins endlessly out of control
In a series of disposable dispositions.
Maybe I'll drive north and forget for a day,
I'll take back these letters until the postage is unpaid,
Or I'll repeat all the words until a sentence is made
Like holding an umbrella upside down in the rain.
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