my friend's depressed she's a wreck she's a mess they've done all sorts of tests and they guess it has something to do with her grandmother's grandfather's grandmother civil war soldiers who badly infected her my friend has maladies rickets and allergies that she dates back to the seventeenth century somehow she manages in her misery strips in the city and shares all her best tricks with me well i'm well well i mean i'm in hell well i still have my health at least that's what they tell me if wellness is this what in hells name is sickness mary have mercy now look what i've done but don't blame me because i can't tell where i come from and running is something that we've always done well and mostly i can't even tell what i'm running from i run from their pity from responsibility run from the country and run from the city i can run from the law i can run from myself i can run for my life i can run into debt i can run from it all i can run until i'm gone i can run for the office and run from the cause i can run using every last ounce of energy i cannot i cannot i cannot run from my family.
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