You are the wind rolling through my hair.
You are a fresh cup of coffee...
I didn't know if I could go through it all at...
The early stanzas bursting with perplexity...
I have lost another roof.
As though I'm in the bare world again...
Excuse me, please, excuse me miss
I'm here to find myself...
My mother's shadow haunts the hallway wall
Draping over pictures where our relatives stand...
Well my words aren't silk
and my words aren't lace...
On what day shall I weep?
I broke my collar bone...
Everyday before dusk turns to dawn,
I read a couple of poems in my bed time...
Ink bleeds from the corners
of her mouth and dribbles...
Fears are vultures in the nights
soaring thirstily, and hungrily...
I first saw them at the
bottom of the mountain, consulting...
Injustice and betrayal
would never be erased...