Taking Care

she sits there taking care of herself
taking care
of herself,
but then the world strolls along
briefcase
and smile in hand
and shits on her
just as she is taking care.
you see
this girl was born into a shroud
dark and tripping her along the way.
till her hands found her face
and pulled
pulling
on the veil to reveal light
not shining on her
but her own light
escaping wind
breathing into the sun
not shining for her
but
because
of her.
screaming
at night to complete its shift
so she can
shine
shine
shine.
on her watch
she insists
on growth
and communication
night to day
opposite to opposite
question to question
answer to answer
after the answer to the question
has been spoken
on the thickening thin lines
strung between lovers
across nights’ sheets
where the breath she carries for the sun
radiates form her curled and sleeping body.
she jolts awake in the overwhelming
naturalness
of this planets heat
residing in her tiny frame.
when she thinks of responsibility
she synonymously speaks of shame and guilt.
these are not night and day
but the black of night
in conversation with shadow,
and she is taking care.
taking care
of the observation
of the words
in flight across perception
always looking
watching
the interplay
of psyches
ideas of the world
revealing themselves
in the privacy
of her.
there would be no other way,
the transforming
not possible
without her eyes
forth and back
across faces
from lips
she knows by heart by now
and can conjure
create
the image
on command
demand
so as she pleases,
lying there taking care of herself.
taking care
pleasuring the burn
staking claim on the surface of her heart,
those golden eyes
just
a fragment
of her shine.

August 17, 2005

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