December 01, 2004


I thought you were the starlight of my sky
I waited for the answer to a question I had not asked
you answered:
"sometimes our emotions confuse us."

Me anorexic thin
teenage ADD Ritalin
the credit card
that wouldn't clear
the rich cuisine,
Mama, that night
you filled my stomach;
but the live jazz trio
with the bass
that salved my sores
and the loving intention
you fed me,
feed me still.

Posted by Butterfly Emerging at December 1, 2004 03:00 AM | TrackBack


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