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The oval oak tree
on its sturdy legs
bore the weight of my elbows
and the telephone.

I am silent
my ice cream walls
melt; while
tourist carvings become daliesque.

In the dusk,
a shadow of my former self
danced to MTV.

The chair I am sitting on isn’t there.

Bewildered eyes watch,
as the underwater vase floats away,
and still you talk on.
One by one the cushions and sofa depart,
while the pine floor whispers back…

When did I hang up?

Do I understand
Or do I forget what you have just confessed.
Somewhere
I hear:

Did you ever love me?

Motherhood

Lying here thinking about yesterday
when we went to my cousin’s home.
She showing off her new borne
while I thought about the bleeding
I had a few days before.

I watched the way
you played with the baby.
I sat and simply smiled,
all the while
I hoped that you would see

that deep in my eye lay an apology,
for all the times
you’d never go gooey
over dolphin smiles.

As we drove away
I wondered if you knew
that my only thoughts
was red on white.

Death. Telling you
and baby blues.

Knowing that I would never be
everything a woman is suppossed to mean.
I’m wondering when you would want me
to set you free.

THIS PLACE

silence warms me
as pink walls massage my temples
and pulls away the horrors of a
stressful day.

A sigh of relief butterfly my cheeks
as my soles disappear
beneath a purple sea that
kisses my sore feet.

A royal blue throne
invites me into its loving arms
to rest. Reflect
and refresh my mind.

Delight is my eyes as
scrolls of past and present
rises before me
and bid me to dine.

Sleep pulls me to her grave
where I sit
angel wings guard my soul
in the carnival of my dream world.

c