and so we begin. i'm always awkward with hellos. so instead, i offer a poem, and i'll be on my way.

grasp this one who holds you
talons in your throat
go on
take her in your hands
and feel blood glide from her feathers
you are a new and beknighted wanderder
plucking out these flightless birds
who have their hold upon your soul
soon you will not miss this parasite
who lighted on you for the ride
soon you will need comforting
but will not need to run and hide
you are the fresh hope
and the last warrior for your soul

2 Comments:

I'm going through your archives. I plan to do a few each night...
Apr 22 2002, 09:50 pm
Mom, from the archives | 04.11.05 - 10:37 am |

By Blogger adriana, at Tuesday, October 02, 2007 4:09:00 PM  

Hello, Mom, I hope you're still around somewhere in the Beyond, reading my archives. I miss you so much.

By Blogger adriana, at Tuesday, October 02, 2007 4:10:00 PM  

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