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dead to-you

Old friend



There is a difference



Between leaving your past

behind



and speeding past the destruction

left behind you



Between burying your dead

and those

you've only

wounded



Dead

and dead-to-you



To-you

one and the same

but it was never yours to say.



dignity belongs to those

with hearts still beating

-though broken now

and bleeding



Strangulation 

like a strange-you-congratulation

Surprise!

your hatred

now out

of the closet



But no one died

so it wasn't abuse



To-you



Bury them anyway

And don't forget

confetti






Sweet Baby Jesus Tea

:: Five Minute Lines ::



Overheard today (paraphrased & generalized) :




"


Thank you Jesus that I am not like them... 


those poor souls trapped by cigarettes and wine. 





You didn't make me like them. 


I never developed a taste for the vile and addictive. 





I pretended to be like them for a few seconds, it was a joke. 


Everybody got it. 


Me - so much like You, Lord. The ground around me so holy.


Of course I wouldn't be like one of them, directly under Your looming steeple. 





That's what made it funny, see? 


Bwahahahaha 





Please, pass me the tea...


Unsweet?! Are you crazy? 





My doctor told me I needed to cut back.


I told him people would die if so. 





It's the one thing I just will not give up. 


I've given up so much already.





Thank you, sweet baby Jesus. 





"






The Highest Bridge

|| Five Minute Lines || 



Sometimes, I hold my own feet to the fire. I require writing - five minutes or more- sometimes pen and ink, sometimes computer screen... the timer is set- enough stalling, let's go... 



~*~



Of all the venom that entered my veins, being told to drive from the highest bridge I could find still circulates between my heart and my mind. 



In Savannah, the Talmadge Bridge spans the state line. 

 It is the highest in town one can find. 

The night he told me to drive off, I found myself driving over instead. 

Defiantly, I chose to persist, despite knowing he loved me not. 

I turned around and drove home again, awaiting miracles of any kind. 



~*~






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