the veiled lady appears in my dreams sometimes. she just sits there. she doesn't do anything but talk. she talks about her husband. she talks about me. she talks about what she doesn't like about me. she loves me. she says she loves me. i love her. i do not like her. sometimes she appears wearing her cardigan. she loves that cardigan. it has been stolen many times. by people i love and do not like. i am trying to find my way back to the veiled lady. i hate the color of the paint on my walls. i want to dig my nails into it until all of the ugly beige peels clean off, returning me to a time where i liked the veiled lady very much. i don't like very many things. she knows this. she criticizes it often. she says she loves me. i do not like her. nobody will understand my ramblings except me. i know what it all means.
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the veiled lady/hailstones between my teeth
Poetrythere is nothing out there there is nothing beyond this here this is it *** 12/16/23 first book of poetry there is nothing beyond
