If I could write
as graphically as That,
that year of
sickeningly lovely poems
followed by over three of
—B-L-O-C-K—
would make some sort of
Sense.

If I could bring myself
to write out each
    fucked up
    disturbing
    manipulative
    sadistic
Act
you ever performed on me
maybe I could
    hug a friend
        (without thinking)
    walk to my car at night
        (without a pounding Heart)
    Get Off
        (without feeling like a whore).

If I could write
like That
maybe I'd let myself
feel Safe
instead of waiting to be Saved.

07/25/2007

Posted on 07/25/2007
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