She always reminded
me
Of a woman at the
bar,
Too sloshed, too
giddy,
Too serious about
all the wrong things.
She'd tremble and
shake,
Groan and moan,
Foam at the mouth.
She was perceptive
though.
She would look in
your eyes
She could see
through miles
And miles of
destructive lies
Her words would cut
you to pieces
Always over
interested
A living martyr,
ready to
Tell the lost and
confused
Exactly what they
should do
Her eyes would close
An oil dipped finger
Would find its way
to your forehead
And she would begin
to quake
Weeping would surely
ensue,
Spittle forming at
corners of her lips
Tongue rattling
conjured sounds
Through sharp
crooked yellow teeth -
Bracelets and
bangles
Clanging, her arms
still convulse,
Heavy with a burden
of
Giving birth to a
new spirit.
She labors in vain,
Because I am a
miscarriage
Waiting in the
wings.
There would be a
gentle touch
On your shoulder
Pushing you further,
His hand awaiting
your fall,
Anticipating your
great
Supposed awakening.
She's like an
Energizer bunny,
She just won't stop
until
Your knees give out
You find yourself on
the floor
As she looms above
you,
Still quivering 'in
the spirit'.
My spirit won't be
still
In the shadow of her
clamor.
