My head is a hand grenade.
May 27, 2005
March 14, 2005
Life Cycle
a poem I wrote on 5/3/04…
Life Cycle of an Egg
It will happen again in the middle of May
Much like it did in mid-April
The sweet release of a single pearl–
Half a life, floating in hope
That a union will somehow complete her
She has been waiting for 25 years
She reaches her half-life
Still incomplete, drowning in dark red despair
In a womb that will again bear no fruit
A uterus sheds
The most violent tears.