Thursday, March 5, 2009

Lullaby

Dear nervous voices
Dear checkered will
Dear shaking envy
Dear hunger
Dear hunger
Dear hunger
Dear Love, I have no other words for you than those I dare not utter
Dear Pride – you speak so soundly for me – so loudly and with such desperation
That dear… my dear famished desire
– you starving ghost, haunting walls of ribs and ceiling of brain

I wish only to hold you all, wrap you softly in my very tissue
And sing to you the songs my mother sang to me…

But I cannot, for the life, remember the words

But I cannot
For the life
Remember the words