Wednesday, December 15, 2010

fennel for you, and columbines.

there's a lot of dripping
dropping around my feet, so funny
since i don't go swimming
anymore
and i haven't cried since
we buried that bird in the
backyard,
the one the neighbor's cat caught
--despite not even being hungry--
we were children then.

where the water comes from, i don't know
its not in my nature to know
i'm not a woman of water, i don't move with the
tide,
i am like ophelia, yes, but not because i fed the river.

there are other ways of being ophelia,
you don't need water to drown.



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