Sneaky change.

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Sometimes i change so fast i move countries and leave me behind.

Sometimes i change so slow i wake up and everyone is already gone.

Sometimes i change so fast my cat doesn’t recognize me and he hisses.

Sometimes i change so slow the same mistake with a foreign name and a polo shirt drags on for a year.

Sometimes fast and slow fight and i find myself sitting on my 5th grade class when the nurse comes in and hands me my daughter.

Sometimes i change so slow my thoughts get roots.

Sometimes i change so fast the same skirt i wore last night doesn’t fit the same now that it’s been on your floor.

Sometimes i change so slow the mirror becomes a picture.

Sometimes i change so fast and so much i need help.

And i go around on a mission, asking around.

Kiss me, what do i taste like?

Touch me, how do i feel?

Fight me, tell me, how much can i take?

Sleep with me, did i kick you in the night?

Hurt me, am i even alive?

Love me, do i have any left, anything at all to give back?

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2 thoughts on “Sneaky change.

  1. This brace of characterisations is one of the most original descriptive writing tracts that I have read in some time. Presented as elegant poetry it makes an astoundingly fine body of work. Well done.

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