Tuesday, July 14, 2009

1.
We walk
and you say, you say
not everything is burned bridges and closed doors
but I keep charms on my wrists
of faces of heads I've walked away from.

I discover
that I am a sociopath
and I am very proud. Because women very rarely
"lack a sense of moral responsibility"

I like it that way.


You yell at me, you yell at me that people
are not to be treated this way.
But I keep a necklace of broken teeth
each with names written on them
of those

who's heads I've seen roll.

2.
My mother told me
to be polite polite polite.
And then her and my aunt went into the kitchen
and tore my grandfather apart. Sending him to Tuscon and Anchorage and threw out the grizzle.

I come from a long line of reformists.
"O to repent and be saved!"
Change others but do not see do not see yourself.


3.
You leave me.
You leave me and you write, you write that-
I can not, I can not be handled this way,
but I have changed.
And I lick my fingers.


And I throw you out I throw you out.











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