From: Badger01@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Opens Slow
Date: Fri Jun 24 10:12:47 1994

You keep standing in that doorway
Standing in my way in the yellow ragtattered daisy dress
I slide past and walk into the kitchen
Forty year old walls while you twist your face
Telling me about the price of eggs when you were a girl
quoting from revelations and telling me about grass taller than your head
Twist the face as you try to place mine

As you tell me about the war to end all ways
in the air is a hint of smoke I can almost smell
Gearteeth stripping behind your eyes
Shorting outside as you inside as you try to say
Hi

Yes, I bought the bread already Gramma
It's in the breadbox
Not the sink Gramma the breadbox
Not the stove.
Look, right here, over here
In the Breadbox, see?


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Badger01