Veronica Timble

Arts administration, experimental animation, sad comics

Let me shock you with my dullness. . I want to see you for the first time in the morning the birds are singing and sunlight is breaching the horizon. Can you feel it? I want to see you on the train tracks with the little plants growing out of the sidewalk your hair undone with your shoes untied and all the things you never got around to saying. That trampoline in your yard, covered now with leaves from seasons on seasons of neglect. Things you left underground, undiscovered. I want to see you under the bleachers at some State school University of Madison or Iowa or Alabama I don’t care, anywhere. Wearing that letterman’s jacket telling you how I’m not like the others I’m a good guy and you just need to get to know me. And the cold is setting in and it’s almost Fall and we’re running scrimmages getting ready for the big game. Years later we’ll go back in time to the first Christmas you remember, your first present heavy in your hands; you’re shaking it. And I’ll go back even further before you were born, when you were a fertilized egg and I’d find a way to make you never grow up into someone who could hurt me. Under the covers late at night twisting under the pressure I’ll create a new language to make you understand me. You’re my little darling.

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