Straws

I wish I could pull you out from the fluorescent light

Away from the hum of industrial voltage that surrounds you.

I wish I could remove you from the pushpins on grey walls

And from the silly words you bicker over

And from your need to say only right things

And from days you must wear your shirt that way.

Let's order chocolate milk

And drink every last drop from a straw.

Posted by ruth at October 21, 2002 10:49 PM