pi & anne

Vigilante

bark-stripped

            Frequently,
            I call it mean,
            the bastard
            that it is,

the yellow curtain threads

            a room grown wider (smaller)
            than a whale song
            on the curled up edge of
            paper on the wall...

            A slight slight shift to
            feeling young
            while feeling (old,
            so old)

at psychotherapy

            what could have been,
            there is no point in learning
            that it could have been
            the same.

            A worse or better picture
            in another
            frame.