By Madison [aka_madison@hotmail.com]
Date: 12 March 2000
in khaki
when they led me to
the room of no colors
crisp white sheets
stamped carelessly
in black
and left me there
at the blunt end of a long corridor
when I found you like that
could you feel me
could you feel my arms reach up
to you like pulling curtains from the walls
they tried to climb the cable fast
they understood.
I didn't.
I dressed you in your
new clothes
stretching tags until
the plastic snapped
the ones we charged in
springtown, you remember,
the night before.
I have stories to tell
and love songs
I'll sing loud with no tears
until my throat chokes dry
like swallowed pepperweed
I'll clip my nails and
play my gibson
stay and listen
for just this sunday morning
I have stories to tell
and pleas to make
can you see them in me
can you hear
still twenty-five
and dressed in khaki.
M Madison
12 mar 2000
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