Friday, August 6, 2010


I am running out of make-up remover
I need more progesterone cream
I would like to cook a shepard's pie
on Sunday
what am I going to do about all these bills
silly thoughts
compared to the looks on their faces
put a veil
over my head
and send me to Kashmir
 it could be my father
yelling for help
staring back at me
my mother holding on
my brother afraid
or I could be the father
or the mother
or the brother
there are always those 
in the world
at any given moment
who need to borrow a heart
a prayer
and some compassion.


1 comment:

Laura said...

Dear Goddess, this is breathtaking.