introspective periscope : peeking inside since Y2K

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Sunburn Daydream

ees nearing eleven. - eighth of april, 2001-bake at 350 degrees.

alright. so i'm hoping that now, about six hours since i came in for the day (save for that trip out to the big bird for some apples for eating and some vinegar for healing and some jujubees for eccentricism) that my skin is about done baking. skin is a lot like brownies....you take them out after twenty five minutes in the oven or they're skrewed cuz they keep cooking in that pan, keep cooking in their own heat. i've been uncomfortable in my own skin, but this is a joke, right? anyway, on this, the first double entry day i've had in awhile, i offer you a poem...eh...ees been awhile. be well, my rainbow trout (better than possum. mnyeh.)

~Sunburn Daydream~

sunburn euphoria,

one more bottle of aloe,

one more glass of water,

sunburn euphoria.

cloudless afternoon,

thinking i can fight the sun,

thinking it won't get any worse,

thinking of you.

baking skin

like an easy bake oven

i should have listened to my mother

and put on the sunscreen but

if the pretty pretty princess

in her crown of red hair

and fair skin shell

can bake without cracking,

then why can't i?

if the girl with the

carrot mane

can lay in a bed begging malanoma,

why can't i enjoy the day

without turning the colour of

that homophobic burger bastard's

spicy chicken breasts?

"and what with the buzzcut, girl?"

the dutchess asks me,

my head spinning in

its sunburn euphoria...

and the brown blonde

answers for me,

for i cannot find the words...

telling a tale of mishap

and nine ninety nine

that i should not have spent,

a boycott with an attitude.

but locks grow back,

and skin turns brown

or peels

i'm praying it isn't the latter....

sunburn euphoria,

the cool of refrigerated aloe,

just another bottle of

green goo

to slather onto

burning

skorched

flaming

feverish

blistering--well, almost

soft

supple

skin and

i can't quite reach my back

in the spot where

i am most well done,

turning purple with his poison,

my skin overdosed on

toxins

from that self-centered sun:

luna would not have done such

a thing to a silver skinned girl

such as i am.

sunburn euphoria

blaming everything but

my stubborn lack of insight,

aching for your soft skin

cool

and white

against the

scarlett of mine.

cool

with salve,

cool.....

my god, you're so cool...

sunburn euphoria,

another bottle of aloe,

another bottle of banana boat

in the fridge,

another glass of ice water....

sunburn euphoria.

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