My attitude was such that I needed to surgically remove certain things from here,
from up in this attic,
and I believed my synapses were stitches,
but they were starting to dissolve into one another,
which was the point when we were younger,
but we were not younger,
and we did not have something they wanted to bottle and sell,
I just wanted to be left alone,
because I thought if I were left to my devices,
if I were just given a tray a couple times a day,
I could stay up there in the gable,
in the steeple,
on my high horse,
just like she did,
and one night,
just before six,
and after half past five,
in the winter,
the black carriage would show,
this time for me,
and my limbs,
and my broken bones,
and broken heart,
and we would go,
without a case to be made---
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