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[eeyore_grrl]

			she-poet



the she-poet
      bleeds false starts
      in blue-black ink
    (the purple pen she had grown
     so fond of 
     has given up
            forgotten the heart
         it was supposed
                    to heal
             the mind it was
                    supposed to calm
	  the reality it was 
	         supposed to define)

your chameleon eyes
        have the poet
        tongue tied
    grasping for words
	        and cohesion
    as she grasps for
		      mountain air
    trying to decipher	
              the oxygen
    as she tries to decipher
                     you
and what you have done
                     to 
                     her

the she-poet
      is tired of love
      (it is too complicated
       and hurts too much)

and now for the 3rd 
                    revision
     she edits in red
     hoping it will
	         all go away
and she’ll be able to sleep
     again 
                without tears

but what’s a she-poet
	     without blood and heartache

                and who am i
	            without you



~cdr~
1996 or 1997