(untitled)

Sometimes a blackness
seeps into my soul
like a spilled drink
wiped up with a too-small napkin.

hopelessness creeps like
an old owman
abandoned in her weakness

i struggle with self-conscious
awareness
the knowledge that I am whole
even when
i'm not

Sometimes i know i love you
even though my emptiness
aches incapably of love.

sometimes i am reminded of you
and the blackness
surprises me, drowns me
because you are not here.

Always, i am alone.

4/24/96

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