sans peyote tea
living in the white space
Saturday, February 11, 2012
always glad to remember
Ten years had got behind me
I’m always glad to remember
even if it means crying
never were taught
When I said I would live for us both
I meant free and untamed
I meant doing
things and learning and growing
These days I only mean
in goodness, in living right
in a way we never knew
never were taught.
Friday, February 10, 2012
never-words
I hear
the lady bugs bark; sharp
fire alarms
planes and mowers; less
Bodies; learned
by brail
lovers' whispers; long
past faded
Lovers I let leave
never-words; never
coming
never-words;
stars
on which I wished
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