My favorite song
Has been tainted
By your filth.

Its silky words
Have been texturized
With memories of you.

It hurts to listen to
Knowing I used to sing it
And picture us--
Picture us happy!

Can you imagine that?

And now,
It's a reminder.
A reminder
That it was only fantasy.

That picture stayed on the wall--
Hung in a frame of my desperate love.
An image of my dreams
That never got to live.

An image of "togetherness"
That never truly was.

Sisters

Sometimes
We weren’t together
But

Most of the time
We were acutely aware
Of how much
We needed to huddle up and protect each other

This is still the case
30 years later.

My sisters.
Always and forever.

surprising, probably teasing,
hopefully.        it was said.

deflated, we walked the lane,
watched the flood.     water

everywhere, washed the car
needlessly. tidied
the outbuilding, swept the

cellar.       it has been
raining a lot recently. be

careful what you say.

I am living, not performing.