not she who changes colours
to way back when green like spring
is somewhere you stayed lost at
not a wife to any beggar or king

i am not knife you pit against
how tough your skin is
or how red is your blood
how I write a poem is just this

i am the stone you throw up the sky
while you stay in place waiting
i am the song in the aether
you found courage to finally sing

i am everything that wakes you up
the cure to your blindness
you will no longer see
because baby i am not Marie

09/19/2023

Author's Note: Tom Waits inspired

Posted on 09/19/2023
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