She keeps her eyes
Wide open
To receive.
There is
Lightness
There.
But with every step
She carries
The weight
She cannot
Lose.
The memories,
Regrets,
And ghosts of lost
Loves
Hang about
Her middle.
The padding
Around
Her legs
Prevents her from
Prancing and
Dancing as
Freely as she
Would like.
You want to take a
Big knife
And cut her
Free.
Self Portrait II
She talks
Too much.
Not for
Attention.
Not
Anymore,
Anyway.
She talks
Too much
Because it would
Be rude
To sit and write
In company.
Though maybe
It's also
Rude
To talk
Too much.
(Zurich, May 2011)
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