exposed // catherine busch

matters is how long they chose to stay.” Death, pain, and earth from which I come, and I need to let them bleed. let them, keep my hands open, beauty stamped into them the way they came, they must always return. No matter hands open, the human greed and fear inside me waging dear next to my capacity for jealousy. I must abolish those that hope, delicate as a summer breeze it will grow weak, symphony because that musician lost all hope on palms raised, keep them open for me, keep them had something le to take. I stand tall, tall as a century keep my hands up, palms exposed, so maybe the fates will maybe you will forget about the others whom might have others are somewhere else, somewhere better than this ocean to the sky, but you also give like the sun to the earth. that you can give. Generously, beautifully, like the sun to so that you can give yours. of time, only cracks remain. e value of the life you live remain, but I rejoice in fact that I had so much to give. “Take all

In The Shadows

I NEEDED YOU ghost, disappearing in the sha-dows, bellicose

Where were you?

When I was blue? Here? With Me?

Vrai ou faux?

I’m angry!

I’m annoyed (that)

I have to trick, and manip (ulate) you all the time to get you to call— and that? at’s messed it is.