----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- blackbird you are still my twin pomegranite blackbird. you were back to your mask of aloof and smoke filled gazing the way your looks can undress my surface skating joking mask meanderings and reach into the depths of where i really am. the way you always know where i am every moment we touch atoms. and how you played my humble guitar gently and spoke softly never a word of ridicule always softness the way you'd held my hand and wept over the scar we'd made doing dishes together. yes i still remember it jeremy. you will move away i hope and i will not see you again probably. this drawing of silk threads from my bare breast is more mutely painful than i can imagine because i can't feel it because i am so very good at amputation. but i kissed you anyway for old times sake and watched you down an entire pack of fire my clucking henlike ways have gone with the hair iron and i am left wild black cloud of blue ego shutting and opening doors for you. you are stronger. you do not need me. you do not need them. i can see you standing at the precipice and i hope to god you will throw yourself off and learn finally to fly. Ss 4:24 p.m. - 2005-07-27 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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