Wednesday, February 19, 2014

5083. MY QUILTED JACKIE O


MY QUILTED JACKIE O
 My quilted Jackie O will remind you :
of nothing at all; of Death as a way of
Life; of too many TV moments fractured 
and broken like pieces of Hebrew pie; of
James Meredith and Rosa Parks dancing
edgewise on a fragmented moment of passing
time; of the things we remember and the things
we forget. I don't want to hold this lethal mirror
any longer than I have to : I want instead to disappear,
to leave this place of horror, to run my hands along Heaven's
soft flesh; to enter something soft and darling; to leave my
old home, and never come back again - realizing that the
memories of my youth were all they ever were already.

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