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I saw my life branching out before me
Like the green fig tree in Sylvia’s story
I wanted each and every one of them
But choosing meant that I would lose the rest
I try to make the effort to be candid
And open and give what is being demanded
But it’s like wading through thick molasses
With waxed up ears and steamed up glasses
Fall down
In silence
Wrinkled and black
Withered and fat
Heaped spoons
Of sugar
It’s not what I need
This isn’t for me
Then something bent down and took hold of me
And then the sap came flying out of me
I wondered what it was that I had done
And what it would be that I would become
I try to make the effort to be candid
And open and give what is being demanded
But it’s like wading through thick molasses
With waxed up ears and steamed up glasses
Bright sun
On tarmac
The deck of a ship
The midst of a trip
Breathe in
Hear clearly
The brag of my heart
Pulsating and dark