i found this poem in my notebooks... i wrote the original in 1996/7, maybe now i understand what i was trying to write then. still don't know if this poem says it very well. you tell me...
pink balloons gather round
the church scent of
flowers saying
welcome
welcome - surprised i
join the service it
fuses the poles
east and west
of my heart
i feel them
cramping
(but i like the warmth in here)
my breasts
protruding dilemma
tangled up in
concrete silk
the eyes around me
glued (recognizing?
laughing?) onto my
split identity
as i tear away
a bit of skin
sticks to the wooden chair
but now
i want my time
to take my
bulging I-s
out
(c) unicorn 2004
