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By Misti Date: 2002 Sep 02 Comment on this Work [[2002.09.02.03.34.25486]] |
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tears roll down hostess to another pity party entertaining suicide fantasies leaving my poems in a neat pile with a letter to all my loved ones dying with my makeup on dying in the nude dying on a balcony with a blocked view of the mountains but an incredible view of the stars but I won't die not tonight not for a long time maybe who knows how many more elegant surprises life has in store for the likes of me I don't know how I'll be at eighty if I live to be eighty a house of my own, finally? children? grandchildren? a garden? books with my name on the cover? photo albums that scream I Have Lived! ???...I don't know. But tonight I will read your words again, Erica I will read of your beautiful bravery your hard-earned wisdom thank you for sharing your flights with those of us who have flown too high too many times burning but drunk with ozone and sunlight only to crash and splinter dried out so much for smoke signals I can't even breathe an S.O.S. but thank you you have flown and triumphed and yes you have your bruises for women who fly don't stay alabaster very long but you keep ascending smiling and even though we couldn't lead more different lives and inhabit more different skin I love you for keeping my eyes skyward. |