Aluminum expectations

by libby   Nov 1, 2006

It's like breathing in tin foil
when every breath crinkles and spits
displaying you
betraying you
making your presence
all too known.
see it's cold but almost
reassuring you of your own
and it's whisper-rustling to you:
crush crush
crush me
so you do.
you crush it down
pound and flatten and
straighten out all the little wrinkles
til you're completely

the thing is
you never will be.


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