Over Lunch
2004-01-09 - 11:59 p.m.

Could I fit all

of me, I dearly wonder,

into a small

brown paper sack

If I took all of my bones

apart to hear them sing

slowly

for just a little while?

Or would I be too

terribly large to fit?

A pound

of flesh a pound of sighs

Oh,What am I but a figurine?

I do not need much at all

Just someone

to admire my cold porcelain smile

I just need to see where

I fit in the world, again after all.

I laugh

loudly now so all the butterflies can hear

and toss the paper bag to the wind.

yesterday - tomorrow