Je n'avais aucun homme en juillet

i once was told, that the most beautiful thing
a man saw
was a cat sun bathing outside on the
pavement.

i just wanted to be a rebel, baby
wanted to be the other women for once
but once i had the opportunity for this,
i ran and hid, avoided phone calls and emails
im not much of a rebel and clearly perhaps a pacifist-
but only when it comes to love.
and there are those moments
when time stops
but i've only expeirenced the ones involving death and sex
hospitals and beds
and it all seems trivial now
when you try to picture those memories in your head but you
cant see his face but you know that she still pictures yours.

summer of love

i've got sunglasses lying around my apartment

red ones and black ones,

yellow and white- 

five or six pairs.

and

you would think that i was trying

to hide from the sun or something.