Sunday, August 13, 2006

Post-Gendered Stress De-ordered

giving up fucklings
things to make us whole
twitchings devolve
paroxysm of mirth

you are so far away
i am afraid to come to you
{i've never told anyone I know your name.}

i wonder what I lost
to get this far. you tell me
it is nothing (and you laugh
((especially when i cry)).

it gets harder to separate from fantasies
i used to dream of somewhat better things
i know but we have to lose what we know
to find it and learn it anew.

my therapist told me that.

before the accident.
i said it was an act of liberation
not love, being free means
not being happy.

i never told you anything.
I just kind of hoped you knew.

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