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Am I Really?

Am I Really? Am I really the sum of my parts? I took myself apart once; The piecing back together Was harder than I thought. I sat down and wondered: Where did all these extra bits come from? Where the hell do they go? Am I really the sum of my parts? Am I really whole?...

madness must feel something like this

Is the earth spinning faster in a different direction?   I look out to the sea and the waves move horizontally; rushing as if late for an appointment like the rabbit down the hole.   I am the rabbit, skipping along the crest of each wave, Jesus-like, conscious of the time – of my lateness to a somewhere or a neverwhere.   There are no waves frothing on the rocks – strange but I have no time to stop to...

Adult Lullaby #1

Tonight I think I will sleep; The restlessness will curl into itself At the foot of the bed With nightmares between its tongue and palate – bittersweet. I will stretch And reach back for your arm Which you will lovingly drape across My pert breasts Your breath will kiss the depth of me And I will sigh contentedly. Tonight I think I will fall asleep smiling....

The Forgotten Ones

I’ve forgotten their names; both of them. I think I may even have forgotten their faces. One was pale and one was dark, I think. Most times they meld together in my thoughts and become one mottled, wrinkled, smooth, perfectly formed, imperfect, dead, faceless beings. I’ve forgotten their names and their faces but somehow I haven’t forgotten how my belly rounded, like a perfectly smooth watermelon; my skin brown and taut. I haven’t forgotten the movements underneath the taut belly...