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Today's poem is by Jason Bredle

City of Lavender
       

I had everything I ever wanted to say to you organized in my head
but forgot it all when you took my palm in your hand and with
your index finger wrote ďdisaster.Ē If you were to ask me how I
ended up here, I donít even know. Every night at 8:25 I canít
believe itís already 8:25 and Iím so happy itís only 8:25. Sometimes
I find tragedy reassuring. Sometimes the cat licks my neck. I donít
want to think about where Iíve been or where Iím going anymore.
Sometimes I just want to cry. Sometimes I just want to sit in a
quiet space. Itís within me to rip my own head off. Let me tell you
about the city. Itís a city of lavender. I canít remember its name.
There arenít enough bank holidays. Someday youíll read this and
understand what type of person I am.



Copyright © 2011 Jason Bredle All rights reserved
from The Book of Evil
Dream Horse Press
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission

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