Friday, May 25, 1990


Preparing myself for the hurt and loneliness
I am certain to encounter in life.
I reach out to you,
Preparing myself to let you into my world.

Tuesday, May 15, 1990

The Black Hole

The breath that has been vacuumed out no longer sustains me.
My balance is gone.
The outstretched arms of support
Have fallen to her sides,
Withdrawn and lifeless.
I can no longer be taken in by them.
In the distance is a fog of tears and laughter,
Slowly evaporating
Until only sudden and unexpected showers replenish the memories.
Left exhausted and empty, the vacuum still draws on me.