Confetti Mind

February 19, 2011
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I would have given you
everything. Or so I hope.

Looking backwards, it is hard to differentiate
snow globes from real disasters.

Where were we falling? Soft plains
of dark chagrin. You could have warned me

that there is no such thing
as growing up, only surviving

these explosive bursts of cold.

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