Lace, black on white,
My delicate opaque
Made of a million woven
Facets and wiles.
Today you unravel me.
Soon you'll find
The measures of my
Vast patience
Are not boundless.
Palms outstretched, I hang on thin.
--Alicia (2011)
Lace
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
.
Tuesday, June 14, 2011May becomes a memory as mist
Diffuses in afternoon sun,
As smoke
Rises in light rain.
Who knows how or where
It's gone.
--Alicia (2011)
I catch myself counting losses these days. I'm not sure how to do life right now: what's supposed to happen next, where I should go, who I should be.
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