Plathological

finding the lost and found

play it again, glue the labels on tight, tight. claim you can levitate, and, failing that, say you've always been able to fit into closed spaces. this will all become a story told in another context or, failing that, a goodnight kiss under high lights. you'll only tell it to the right people. people who don't have to say much when you tell it, people who nod, and nod, let you keep your words, trailing off about the heating bill, brassy tones in colour, and sound a few shades off, no simple pleasures.