on this planet. I feel the spin
some days (I know people say
you can't but I do). I get
nauseous from it, the spinning.
I want the world to make sense,
the news to be good, the people
not to die from stray bullets or
the intended ones. I want the
spinning to be in service to a
cake batter being brought to
perfection. Or a salad dried out
in a bowl made just for the
turning. Some days, I just
want it to stop.
© Valerie Bridgeman
December 26, 2013
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