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who do we think we are, anyway?

who do we think we are, anyway?

A Poem by Sarah Wilson

We're something else.
We're the biggest, most beautiful disaster I can think of.

You're the one on the left.
Looking away from me,
looking away from us,
looking into the future.

I'm the one on the right,
looking down, arms clutched tight,
cuddling into and away from you,
because I know it's all I have.

And even if it's dysfunctional and just plain wrong,
I want it anyway.

© 2011 Sarah Wilson


Author's Note

Sarah Wilson
i will never listen to thunder the same again.
5:10pm, tuesday. jun 22, 2010.

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Added on August 17, 2011
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