these are the habits that chase
us down hallways
i picture myself as a mother
someday and struggle with the
image
i see myself, breaking inside
and out, so very incapable of ever
keeping anything alive long enough.
this includes you however loosely
constructed it may be. seem.
it never is.
i allow anything deadly in liquid form
to take me
to break me into a thousand butterfly
pieces and scatter them in every corner.
this didn't abandon you although you
were deadly in so many other ways.
twisted ways.
it all still tastes the same.
and now
i'm fingering car-wreck victims,
talking through my teeth again
and breathing nervous twitches
even you would not be able to
escape from.
no matter how many times
you'd promise you could.

01/26/2003

Posted on 01/27/2003
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