wound
with layers

ductape

at first,
it was just a couple

strands

It wasn’t uncomfortable

Then I noticed
additional

layers

Thick, sticky
spaces filled quickly

panic

I cannot breathe
I am round, wound, wishing to be
unbound, free

I push, flex
but the strands surround

I cannot be found

slowly losing

breath

me

–
14 June 2004
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She drew flowers
and birds

and a sun shining bright

Her hand held mine

She said all she could -
I love you -

and smiled

She explained the vine
and how it surrounds us

She gave me a hug

and left

me better.

–
5 July 2004
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Calm, but frustrated
At the tension between

What works?
and
What matters?

There’s something
- Right here
That matters

But what?

–
15 January 2007
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There’s a part of me
that’s beat up

afraid

burnt and scarred

And that tissue won’t
grow again

if it’s on the surface

But if it’s within

Regeneration
awaits

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My blood flows full
Chemical composition
Unique

The energy hidden
Screaming silently

“Let me flow freely!”

How can I?

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It’s 5:22pm

I want the day
to be over

but it’s not

I haven’t
finished

and I don’t want to start

I want to swap

but for what?

–
17 June 2004
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I see you in the stars
Sometimes so clear
Other times hidden
In the haze of clouds

When you are clear
Your beauty is most
Apparent, near

Strangely, clarity
Often comes with cold
And haze with heat

Tonight, though
You are bright
And I walk slowly

I enjoy both -
The cold and the light

Amen – that is, I believe.

–
28 October 2005
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The end of the sliver
is under my skin
I broke the exposed part
off

Now I can see it
And I try to push it out

But I cannot

Something else is needed

By myself
I can only do part

To purge completely
I need
Something
For that purpose

And quick

lest my skin harden
And make the end
invisible to me

–
23 June 2004
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He finds fruit
in the beauty
at the top

It’s a long way

He’s diligent
Working with his
“hands”

I cannot see
the immediate benefit

Nor do I know
what draws him
or leads him there

But he keeps
moving
staying
the course

–
5 June 2005
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I was torn, transplanted
Placed in space anew
I was awkward
And even ugly

Slowly
I extended root
One part shot
Up another
Straight out

Stretching toward
Light

It lives fully
unconcerned
about appearances

And thrives

Why can’t I?

–
5 June 2005
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