Sweet Surprises

I hate smiling for one second. Things keep coming back. The bad things fell from my head and hair down to my back and they are almost gone. I saw the shadow rise, tried whispering again, and then tear from me. I keep putting the hay into a pile for a bed and baling it up and then out again. Maybe loads of people are like me. Waiting on Sears catalogues and sweet surprises. Or toilet paper and heartbreak. The shadow sunk back in a bit again. Do shadow spawn have umbilical cords? Let's meet for dinner. Today I'm going to hope for conjure. I'm a baby, see, and I don't know my white boys from the curls in my hair. In his quest for fame, he got many minutes.