Science
Blind
Oh boy i can tell ya
Albert
dreams no more, alas,
dream no more.
My angelica named you
can't look ya in the eye. Like your mother,
she named you
And now can't kill you
Like I can.

i dream
i dream of superheroes & songs & you telling me i'm gone
of Bishop
& Mother Mary
who on her deathbed lies
spitting and crying--
i take her claw hand in mine
paper flesh cutting
i can comfort her
i can try
i can love her
if i want to.
how ashamed i am to shrink
from her bony clutches. i'm racist and
against the law. i slip from their grip
like sand that won't stick
blood is unloving
sometimes.

06/11/2002

Posted on 06/11/2002
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