August 2014
To You,
Fear has kept me here
shielded under bed sheet restraints
sweating out a twenty year hangover.
With fingers forced into the passages of my head
I've been saturated in self-absorption.
In soundless exile
this malnourished ghost
Me--your desperate friend
has finally stirred
hungry for sacred touch and
disoriented from former intoxication.
I need to hold your hand
and be steadied
as I shed years of overplayed pain
and learn how to tame this wildlife inside me.
Then I can sit naked and still
and be your student
unabashed by my bony body and
my fragmented narrative.
Your Friend,
A
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