Friday, January 13, 2006

Dying Butterflies

I have a friend
who has a tattoo
she’s been trying to have removed.
She says she isn’t getting anywhere with that process.
So now she says, she’s discovered some artist girl in L.A.
who does “amazing” tattoos.
She’s thinking of going out there even though she “doesn’t have the money”.
She’s going to fly to sunny L.A. and have a butterfly
drawn on her leg.
She thinks that will fix her.
When she gets back,
she’ll find something else
that needs fixing,
like her deck,
or her dog,
or her car.
She'll wonder why she doesn't feel any better.
Me,
I’m on the treadmill
at the gym,
running,
telling myself
I’m getting somewhere.

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