The last times I felt you,
I dipped entirely into scalding waters
To wash you off my skin.
And now, your familiar tongue and digits
Protrude from my throat and eye sockets.
I remember that you come from within.
It's been a full season since he mailed to me
The strings
And book
And money.
I haven't managed to enjoy or learn
A thing
from
The gift.
I find it funny.
It's never the thing
It's never the thing
It's NEVER the THING.
It's always everything else.
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Hello, and welcome to Cranky Persian Girl. I created this blog so that I would have a completely self-moderated place to bitch about whatever strikes my fancy. Likely topics include politics, celebrity culture, stupid things people do, and my personal life. This is in no way a comprehensive list. I reserve the right to say whatever I please. If you find this offensive, you may file an official complaint at www. ha ha! Totally kidding. Good luck with that "getting offended" stuff.
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