1994

(Imitaion poem of Nick Flynn..i suggest you check out his work)


1994

I found you reading your medicine labels.

They were billboards of your life that only you were allowed to see.

You swung me up into the sky at the park

& white plumage attacked me and the bread in my hand.

The man who came to help us is nice but he reminds me of Mr. Slugworth.

Your hand in his is like a zipper.

I watch you from behind my jungle gym monkey bars.

The prison i built for you.

You take me to an opera so i can experience sorrow.

I don't know the language.