Straws

I wish I could pull you out from the fluorescent light
Away from the hum of industrial voltage that surrounds you.
I wish I could remove you from the pushpins on grey walls
And from the silly words you bicker over
And from your need to say only right things
And from days you must wear your shirt that way.
Let's order chocolate milk
And drink every last drop from a straw.

Posted by ruth at October 21, 2002 10:49 PM

Comments

I'm so happy to see that you have returned. You were missed.
Posted by: kane on October 22, 2002 01:43 AM

Striking. And yeah, we missed you!
Posted by: Ryan on October 23, 2002 12:52 AM