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Rabbit Hash, KY
A song/poem I wrote a while back. I'm gonna try and chill today. Yesterday I was wound up like a ball of rubber bands. Ha, nothing new. Here's the poem:
Bring Her Back
Remember when no one
cared about saccharin.
Whether or not it can
kill you, the world
sure loves the skinny.
Maybe I worry
that you won't like it.
Maybe I write
that your eyes are dark
just to be safe.
I am half-sleeping
on a brown couch
with a red pillow
and just like you,
I can’t find the bear.
Someone’s winning.
Maybe a pirate
who deserves it.
Maybe some bodysuit
made of teeth and blood.
I could dye my hair
permanent black,
but then the skin stands out.
Winehouse was a genius.
Tattoos can’t bring her back.
Maybe I write
that your eyes are dark
just to be safe.
Maybe I worry
that you will like it.
C.A. MacConnell
