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By Misti Date: 2004 Jul 23 Comment on this Work [[2004.07.23.08.26.26868]] |
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Janis, if you were here back here in Port Arthur, Texas what could you tell me? I'm a little bit like you I'm not too popular with the small East Texas town crowd. My soul is a little bit too big for these britches. I'm feelin' lately like I've lived on past my expiration date. Fate better have something big in mind because I'm finding out the hard way that the human soul can decay way before the body gives in and starts dying, too. Like you, I'm a mess. Unlike you, I'm no star blessed with a voice to express the mess I can't seem to transcend. So I dream up a friend in you. I'm just another starving smoky eyed white woman oozing the blues you sang so well. Hell, if you were here you might laugh in my face and then slap it for good measure. Oh, but no. I don't think you would. You understood what it was to ache inside your own skin. Men can't kiss it love it rub it away. But we worship them for trying. I have a man who tries harder than most. I should be flying home to his arms right now. I have now and that's all I got. I gots today. If you were here, Janis, that is what I think you'd say. |