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REVERIE


It is called waiting I suppose.

I sat and watched the

clouds going by in the dark.

They were white. I was dark.


It is so marvelous,

The moving stillness of the clouds,

That it becomes an object even

More desirable than that which

I was waiting for in the

beginning.


But one cannot wait for

clouds. They never come.





AN OBSERVATION


Mother,

there are women

in this world

crazy mad women

plain common women

wicked and sweet

wide-eyed and brave

fat and all-knowing

miserable and unhealthy

fragile vulnerable innocent

and ugly

beautiful and deaf

dead women

with reptile skin

or teeth like pearls

with legs that climb

around your waist

choking you to death

but they are only one

when somebody loves them

that’s when all women

become one, Mother.