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\"Savior\"-- 2004

SAVIOR

The screen-saver beckons like a
scrying ball. She could actually walk into those
dark woods
and disappear. Or bask in the sunlight on
a rosebud like that dragonfly

Now look at her, typing
With her water and her cigarettes
And her anemia

She plans to get a tattoo to stop from hurting herself
A tattoo that says: “belief in
any manner of Mysteries
is the only lasting luxury in life”

Mrs. Fortune said
that. Of, course she was a witch.
Nodding and nodding in endless senility
Amidst her wrinkles and dozens of cats

Who else had dozens of cats? John Lennon
But he’ll never grow old and
ugly in this life

Who will walk out of the dark
woods wise and gray?
She could move to San Francisco
Find a coven of witches
And call herself Mary Magdalene

She knows pills just lead her back to the same
State of wishing she could accept a savior
who has only seen Hell for three days
She cannot be saved by someone who lives
in the clouds where there is no struggle
to keep death at bay.

8:37 a.m. - 2005-02-07

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