in the shower a
water-birth every other
3 minutes. but will this one be
another stillborn fish
still in my head born but never
wakened? blue, blue baby. i've heard it
many times before and they look at
me
as if they cannot stand to breathe
the same air i breathe
empty scorn tempest-tossed in the
calm water at their
respiratory genii
and their failing muse
song of my life thought but never spoken 
considered but never chosen
bought but never handled
fed but never cared for
killed but never buried it is the way it goes
born but never breathing
held but never suckled
loved but never living.
they do not ask for any
thing of mine but still they take every
thing i have
    all my tears                         my tears
                              my hopes               hopes
               love                               love...
don't i love?
don't you know how i cry every night
waiting for you to come back to me or leave me or give me
some sign that there is someone out there?

08/09/1999

Posted on 01/18/2003
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