Brat Farrar (bratfarrar) wrote,
Brat Farrar
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poem (by me): to the brim

I am a pitcher over-filled with water,
a teacup with no saucer,
and all I do--all I can--
is sit very still and wait and
hope (with such quiet desperation)
that the one who poured my contents in will tell me
why;
or at the least
will pour them out again to where they'd better be.
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