Thursday, September 24, 2009

547. MY DISMAL PORTRAYAL

MY DISMAL PORTRAYAL
I sometimes feel like I'm in prison, serving
a life or two, with the people doing infantile
things : a sister buying a cake, a padre with
a fedora, a Clem Henley drawing a doodle.
I can do nothing but witness, as pain rips
through my gut - the wrench of a stiletto,
or the grace of a perfect cut.

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