oh: baby

4th Draft
11:30 in evening on a plain calm night:
snowy tears
clean white sheets

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,
Oh Baby:
I am slipping into slumber
I hurt too much

Kneeling: I lift my wings together
Oh Baby: Is it you or I?

Josephine Lipuma all right reserved 2004


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