even cowgirls get the blues
2004-02-07 & 12:10 a.m.

i will wade out

till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers

i will take the sun in my mouth

and leap into the ripe air

Alive

with closed eyes

to dash against the darkness

in the sleeping curves of my body

Shall enter fingers of smooth mastery

with chasteness of sea-girls

Will i complete the mystery

of my flesh

I will rise

After a thousand years

lipping

flowers

And set my teeth in the silver of the moon

-e.e. cummings

it's alright, not having a clue. it's alright, staring into the night and not knowing if there's something out there. it's me, in my five and dime disguise, knowing that i have been here all along. it's my post-modern tangiers on ice, and the mangoes that crushed my apathy. it's alright, being short of breath and wondering where you are. it's alright, because someday, i'll be alright.