Thirteen
.
.
After the anger cooled
a wedgewood blue
I recognized your terror -
.
stranded midway
between marbles
and runway models
.
I do beleive you'd
will yourself to fly,
in Mustang speed,
.
or rather, travel back
in science fiction fantasy,
reverse the wild chaos.
.
instead you teeter the line
a toe on either side
despising both
.
the marbles
and the models
you crave.
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