I have ridden, silent, passive,
On the shoulders of my Privilege
Well-sheltered
Full-bellied
Sure-footed and surely rebellious
Over dried ancestral footprints
That erode away a little more
Every time I leave the sprinklers on

I have flourished Wildly in my art
Donated my body
To the telling of Stories
And dissected myself
Again and again
In the name of
Great Expression

I have held Love's little finger
(Squeezed it in my fist)
Grasped It by the nape
And sunk my teeth into the tail of Its brownwool wintercoat
Crinkling aggressively
across a trail-less, crisp Red Wood

Why then
am I so
******* Suicidal all the time
?

I took a walk
with you
to you?
for you
this morning when it was
dark outside

I stopped
and
cried in a telephone booth
and called your
number from
the
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         g
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        g
  phone

Someone organized
a benefit concert
to offset
medical costs for your family

I probably won't go

but I'll donate to the gofundme link
online