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August 30, 2011
Souls are slippery things
--bath soap bubbles--
slick with potential and missed chances.
I ate one once.
It tasted like the tip of a icicle
and melted even faster.
I think it cut my tongue
because then I tasted blood.
Rusty falling-off-the-swing sort of blood.
My brother put his in the sand box
and left it there.
I think the cat dug it up.
We found it in the litter box
three days later.
Mine is stuck in a tree
with the kite
and the shoes
and Momma's favorite sweater.
Daddy says he'll cut it down
and feed it to the wood chopper,
maybe next week.