take me back south where the azaleas bloom bold
where dogwoods paint a gentle blue sky with white soft grace
i long for its warmth
i long for the sun
(not this faded-grey ball that bounces bored in a hazy sky
i long for loving rose-cheeked women with round, soft bodies that embrace me,
their thick dumplings simmering in cracked tiled kitchens
they’re so unlike these men in black suits
hiding under spiny umbrellas,
seeking refuge in their 9-5’s,
resting their puffy eyes in cushioned office chairs,
disguising their hearts-
those shadowed caves of solitude
see the trees’ gentle yet stark silhouettes against a bleak washington sky
they are no longer beautiful to me
About Me
- Suzanne
- "I am a frayed and nibbled survivor in a fallen world, and I am getting along. I am aging and eaten and have done my share of eating too. I am not washed and beautiful, in control of a shining world in which everything fits, but instead am wondering awed about on a splintered wreck I've come to care for, whose gnawed trees breathe a delicate air, whose bloodied and scarred creatures are my dearest companions, and whose beauty bats and shines not in its imperfections but overwhelmingly in spite of them..."
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