Squealing, 2006

Will you look up in the grey with me?
Will you touch me right there? Just like that.

I’m not raw. I just stopped. I’m here.
I’m free. I’m innocent. I didn’t know.

He told you many times.
I just didn’t know it.

They all told you.
I know.

Where will you move now? Where will you go?

I want to play with you. Roll on the grass.
Smell the dirt.

Will you roll with me, squealing?
My body is larger than it was.
I sink, instantly.

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