Linggo, Marso 11, 2012


She gets older, & I am she
She gets heavier, & I am she
Her face gets lined, & I am she.

When she’s filled with panicks & dreads,
                I am she
When she lies shallowly in a bad dream,
                I am she.

She makes a poem she likes, & I am she
She sings a song of only hers, & I am she.

I am she
I am night black wander
I talk to oceans, I enjoy myself
I never have to go home
I ask for nothing, no mercy, no, nothing.

by Alice Notley

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