To KnowA Poem by Girl Friday (Sarah W.)that
moment when you know beyond knowing -- sharp right at the last stop, turn down a dead end street, and suddenly you are that girl the one that fed on phony words, as though they were god-nectar dripped down from a crack in the
floor of nirvana that
instant when the Bougainvillea bites
back, and
there is blood on your thumb and forefinger, on
your white dress -- the gown of a ghost, not the robe of a saint no
church bells toll for you, only funeral dirges played
on out-of-tune pipe organs, mocking your mistakes because you fell for it again, like
a child who wonders at the same magic trick ten times and doesn’t catch the right angle and now you know how it feels -- and
now you understand why flowers begin to die as soon as they are cut, no matter how many chemicals you add to the water © 2013 Girl Friday (Sarah W.)Reviews
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Added on August 19, 2013Last Updated on August 19, 2013 AuthorGirl Friday (Sarah W.)The Beach, CAAbout"She's mad but she's magic. There's no lie in her fire." - Charles Bukowski A NOTE TO MY FRIENDS: Thank you, everyone, who has supported me so kindly on this site. I am humbled by your kind revie.. more..Writing
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