4th Draft
11:30 in evening on a plain cold calm night

Oh Baby: Please don’t leave me
Oh Baby: Have I carved myself a statue?
Oh Baby: Please don’t request I live illusionary lives
As I wrap
my torn patched up quilt
around me
I feel a chill

Oh Baby: Don’t sell me in the heartless market
Skinning me like a pork belly
Oh Baby: Please don’t leave me sitting on my thorny nest
Oh Baby: Is it winter longing, ALREADY?
Oh Baby: I am slipping into slumber
because I hurt too much
Oh Baby: Please don’t ignore me because
I cannot fly

Kneeling: I lift my wings together
Repenting to the wind gods

Oh Baby: Is it you or I?

Josephine Lipuma all rights reserved 2004


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