blame canada

What makes you so special, really? what
is it about you that has me moping
even after one hundred and fifty nine days?
oh yes, i counted; did you think i would not?
Everyone knows I remember more than I should
of the things they say when they're not
sure they mean any of it

The problem with being me
is that I always find
a way to find
meaning in everything

pilgrimage

darling, there is nothing I can tell you.
of all the knowledge mankind cloaks itself with
there is none so frightening as this -
that you are the future of the world.

i will walk down forbidden paths
as youth, as woman, as promise
i will find the ways in which i am fooled
fooled once, fooled twice; and shame on us all
i will find faith where people have stopped looking
and purpose where they say there is none

down a road alone
who will come with me?

remove from list

a favour i'll ask
of you if you
won't return my letters
unwind that skein
of please-forgive-mes and send
the thread back to me
so I can undo
all the pity I brought
into this friendship