Saturday, March 9, 2013

Epistle to nowhere . . .

Dear Universe,

What else can you take from me? Another tooth? Another friend? Another fistful of hair? All of my self worth?

Why don't you take my mind, too? Only I suspect, even then, I would be aware of what was missing, the mind I was forced by some cosmic injustice to let go.

1 comment:

renée said...

I'm sorry.

Don't give up.

I'm sorry.

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