Straight Lines

In case you didn’t notice something today it’s that white picket fences have daily growth spurts. I guess it’s time to walk home from school a little faster each day before the heights really start to hurt.

You can giggle and giggle a gaggle
just as much as it’s alright to cry. But whatever you choose to do, just know that
a straight line is a pathological lie.

Behind the ever-growing fence you carry
a proudly wind-torn freak banner. Why don’t you just erase that damned straight line from your equally torn daily planner?

Giggle and giggle and giggle a gaggle
until the day you die. When your body’s
surrounded by dirt and worms you’ll still
know that a straight line is but a gaggle of lies.

You’re such a beautiful freak, little girl.
Everyone knows that stars trump pearls.
And soon gone will be all the special snowflakes when the good spirits sweep them with a rake. Wear your jade and sing your roadhouse blues, shake your fairy lights till you bruise.

Giggle and giggle and giggle a gaggle
until the day you die.

– Christine B

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