She gave me a gnarly bowl.
She called it Caterpillar Blue.
She said to fill it up with all the
stuff I cannot chew. Thoughts of
horrific disasters; feelings of defeat;
things that overwhelm my heart until
I fear I must retreat. I wondered what
difference such actions would make.
Still, I agreed to do it, at least for her sake.
                                     --Rhea Giffin ©2000

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