MIRABELLE
Kentucky has its blue grass and I've got
mine : swank settings and crystal chandeliers.
No meaning more delightful than crossings at
free borders, guardsmen sleeping off another
drunk reverie and a little girl selling (oddly enough)
blue pencils in the gloaming. They used to
tell me things like 'when you're older you'll
understand' - now both things have happened
at once. What have I found? Wisdom, truly,
is that fruitcake which no one ever wants.
Every holiday's passing makes me wish,
again, that I was dead and gone.
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I packed this suitcase for somewhere.
The sticker says 'Heaven' but all that
means, I realize, Mirabelle, is that
I've been there already. Got the
sticker, need the destination.
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