You resort to crime
To avenge imagined slight
Deep, deep shame on you.
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Relentless
You used her for years:
Insidious, relentless.
Narcissus dying.
The Modern Workplace
The poet as a little girl, about 1968, in Ocean City, New Jersey.
She remembers hiding in the closet
Afraid to come out for her punishment
Of nothing, really, to be punished for –
Curious, playful, childlike with open eyes
Rather than the closed ones you tried with all your might
To force on her.
And now you come at her again
In the guise of another
In this Sunday of waiting until Monday
When she must face her punishment
For simply trying her best and somehow
Not compensating for your lack.
Please don’t hurt this little girl
Again.
Real Person
I have a real heart
That bleeds from the wounds you strike
When you yell at me.
Let Me Drain My Blood
Let me drain my blood
So nothing remains of you.
I would rather die.
Disillusionment … Again
Little girl crying
After they yell she’s no good.
Dream of otherness.
Dysfunction
Cowering her self
In a corner from attack:
Memories’ nightmare.
Is This Life?
Black bee sting lingers,
Spreading its poison over
And over again.
Brother’s Alzheimer’s
And family dysfunction
And friends’ critical words.
A small girl cowers,
Ineffectively shielding
From vicious attacks,
While the enemies
Grow drunk in their ecstasy
That she is broken.
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