I am not invincible.
I am not melting candy in your hot pocket.
I am not a rancher on horseback looking for coyotes.
I am not tired.
I am not going to stop repeatedly playing track nine on this CD even if my neighbors come to the door a third time.
I am not joking.
I am not feathers caught between interlaced twigs of a nest.
I am not rain that sits in the cups of flowers.
I am not the buffalo grazing.
I am not a skyscraper moving slightly, unnoticeably with trembling earth.
I am not styrofoam sitting in a landfill, waiting.
Tuesday, April 12, 2005
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