I think I just made myself
beautiful, through the power of the
Mind, and then It was lost.
Behold! Proof by obscenity, that these
mere mortals do indeed enjoy their
miserable fates, in bed three times a
week, crawling out the back door
afterward, not a word said, no mumbled
turn of phrase.
She spreads her acidic dust and skies
become cloudy & grey & a storm moves
in and stays for three months on the
futon. Moves out. Hits street
asphalt running shallow gulped breath but
this is the life for me!