2008-03-30
on monday.
i have been avoiding this scene, afraid of what the truth would show me. the words have been in paintings, color paintings, all over my mind. they've had enough time to echo to the moon and back. i was never a secret and i was never ashamed.
and there is still part of me to peel. i'm the orange in the easter salad. ripe, red, no membrane.
still when the people make me cry, i fight with determination, persistence, patience, energy. glassy eyes protecting me.
then i fall short again. pieces of me scattered, under the seat where i can't reach them. never asking for help. and i get up, i always get up and something catches me.
oilandwater at 11:30 p.m.