can I?

do it all alone? In my anger i ask that. being bitter I say, everyone leaves us in the end. I give so much, more of myself to you my love then anyone else- must you use me sometimes like a voodoo doll and a push pin-

pushing pins
jagged little buttons
trapped birds
locked cage
body

happy face, on cool September morning before
heat rises from cracked
dry earth
barren


on a happier note then bad poetry-because i will not pretend i live a perfect life, and i use my blog to vent-
i made a happier blog just for ezra, i am still working on the layout and the first few posts, but look for a ling soon.