I have tried to put you back where

you belong, have tried to

shrink down your spirit, make

it unimportant, ordinary,

paint it grey and give it an

ordinary job like selling

cars or answering phones,

the kind of job you don’t want to

know anything about,

the kind of color you don’t

need to see more of,

the kind of secret you

don’t care to tell.

by Cher Bibler