I Wish You All A Long And

Each Time I Told My Story, I Lost A Bit, The Smallest Drop Of Pain.

Almost Everyone In Heaven Has Someone On Earth They Watch, A Loved One, A Friend Or Even A Stranger Who Was Once Kind, Who Offered Warm Food Or A Bright Smile When One Of Us Had Needed It. And When I Wasn’t Watching I Could Hear The Others Talking To Those They Loved On Earth: Just As Fruitlessly As Me, I’m Afraid. A One-sided Card Cajoling And Coaching Of The Young, A One Way Loving And Desiring Of Their Mates, A Single-sided Card That Could Never Get Signed.

At Fourteen, My Sister Sailed Away From Me Into A Place I’d Never Been. In The Walls Of My Sex There Was Horror And Blood, In The Walls Of Hers There Were Windows.

He Had A Moment Of Clarity About How Life Should Be Lived: Not As A Child Or As A Woman. They Were The Two Worst Things To Be.

As If In The Other Side Of His Kiss There Could Ve A New Life