Originally posted 1/7/2006.
1.
i was 15
a man grabbed me from behind
i turned and cut him
did not stop to see what happened
ran as fast as i could back to the party
two friends helped me
scrub off the blood
someone else
lent me a shirt
i went home that night
my parents never knew
i have watched the news for years
still don’t know what happened
why nothing has ever happened
2.
she was really pretty and
if i could have recalled her name
i would have called her
i am still trying
3.
at 17 i stole a book of robert bly’s poetry
and later had him sign it
this was wrong in so many ways
i still have the book
4.
i should have called her
i should have called her
i should have called her
who was she
who am i that i thought i could call her
5.
i should have hit him
i should not have hit him
i’m glad i hit him
i should never have pulled my knife
i am glad i pulled my knife
years later i saw the one
i should not have pulled the knife on
in a club
he backed away from me
both hands raised
it felt good
you’re the indian, right
he said
it felt good
something like that
i said
i like indians, he said
i stepped toward him
he fled
it felt good
5.
there is only so much of yourself you can handle
before you have to start dividing and conquering
i will own this
but i will not own that
but i am this because
i was that
and was not that
you don’t really know me
and you never will
i know me
but not all of me
and not all at once

May 4th, 2015 at 1:16 pm
Reblogged this on Mindfire Cantata.
May 4th, 2015 at 1:20 pm
Thanks!
May 3rd, 2015 at 11:58 pm
I know me, but not all of me and not all at once,
Thank God for that!