Friday, July 15, 2005

Dear Steve: Thank You.

I'm big enough to reach the door,
I'm young enough, I'm still bored,
I'm unimpressed, I run around,
I'm underdressed, I look like hell,
I exist in multiple forms,
I can check my will.
I can feel your weight.
I can be seen from space.

Nobody else is stronger than I am,
Yesterday I moved a mountain.
I bet I could be your hero.
I am a mighty little man.

I am revised, I am brand new,
I try not.
I do,
Or I do not.
I'm indomitable,
Walking down the street like I'm 40 feet tall.
I have drawn from appropriate sources.
I am louder than bombs.

Nobody else is stronger than I am,
Yesterday I moved a mountain.
I bet I could be your hero.
I am a mighty little man.

I'm old enough to understand,
I approve of what I am,
I am informed, I am aware,
I feel the scream, but I'm not there.
I'm proof of negative space.
I am sleep deprived.
I can juggle fire.
I have my mothers eyes.

Nobody else is stronger than I am,
Yesterday I moved a mountain.
I bet I could be your hero.
I am a mighty little man.

Tom Cruise Can Go Do Something Unspeakable To Himself...

... but I am even more confused by the fact that I am agreeing with Brooke Shields now. Some anti-depressant drugs would really hit the spot right about now. Not post-partum, obviously, since I still haven't lost my baby weight. Just regular, extra-strength uppers.