Jumping From A Burning Building

Imagine
You
Have
Three
Children

You
May
Only
Save
Two

There's
No
Logical
Explanation

Everything
About
The
Circumstance
Is
Wrong


life is man
and law
not god
and morals

So
Just
Two
Not
Three

Go
On
With
Two

Forget
The
Hole
In
Your
Heart

Take
Two
Not
Three

Hot Tar

I still remember
How the
Tar
Popped
Under my barefeet

When I got
The
Most
Liquid
Kiss of my life

Standing
In the
Middle
Of
The Road
Because we
Could

He Poured
Himself
Into me
Through our
Mouths

One Truth About Me

All the members of the human species that ever "got" me gave me gifts that would be of little or no significance to most other women.
They understood that a piece of rare lavender scrap from the rainforest used to make their final project was more fitting than any purchased gift.
Or that a small slab of turquoise purchased after their climb up Mt Katahdin would have great import to me.

This tradition of
Smelted metal
And rocks
And feathers
And strange
Pieces of wood
Began in my teen years
And carries on
Still today

Oddly though
These people
That understand me
So well
Never seem
To stay

They drift away
As their
Found tokens
Arrived

Silently
And suddenly

Yet
I still
Have
Their
Talismans