Tuesday, June 07, 2005

Prologue

Sylvia lived for a hundred years,
when she died she was 29.

she was buried alive in a little white box
they put in the ground
(she asked them to do it).

she was done with the world
and all of its people,
milling around like

flies on the corpse
of a squirrel you see
on the side of the road.

and in truth she had always
been somewhat removed,
so to be in the ground

while they wandered above her
made sylvia smile
in her wood-panelled prison.

she was finally home.

this is her story.

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