Poems by
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EACH MORNING
BREATHE DEEP
Upon waking, I slowly stretch To thank my God. I’m still thanking God during my preparations for the day: I make sure I have something for my menagerie. My menagerie consists of the cat from the basement the birds from the trees and the squirrels that bring me to my knees. Once again, I thank my God.
If I close my eyes I know you like a flock of butterflies caught under my shirt like when the coaster approaches the crest of the climb more like the drop that follows like first-time stage fright
UNTITLED I’ve decided They didn’t know a thing Back in 1987 When I went for the results Of a test that would change… Change my occupation Change my associations Change my language Change my perspective— I spent years Taking what my virus Dealt out: the pneumonias the thrushes the weight loss and skin eruptions After gaining control of this— 25 years in the making— I still say, They didn’t know a thing. 2013—I got this. I’m changing my occupation my associations my language my perspective
like trying to suppress the blush trying not to smile when you first come into view I hate the way my heart skips a beat a beat a beat.
BURIED DEEP It sometimes rises to the surface when I’ve loosened the reins Sometimes I bury it so deep stuffed way down so no one sees or takes notice Tough and tumultuous experiences have taught me well But I long for a time when I can be truly free Feeling, loving, loving that feeling Pleasure so sweet you think it hurts It takes your breath away
Allow me to reintroduce myself: I’m M—the Great and Powerful. Situations15
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