little things

[lazariuk]

She told me You said
We could travel through sin
So I let go of strings
That I am so tangled in

[lazariuk]

I speak good english
but
I give good french

jackie

[Cate]

C'est bon Jackie.

[lazariuk]

C'est bon Jackie.

You speak good french

[Cate]

Je ne parle pas francais.

Unless you wish to discus where the bathroom might be or the location of a pencil.

It's much better to give than to speak.

[lazariuk]

True

[jimbo]

whats

[Cate]

When I closed my eyes? (from June 5th I think)

I think of a stranger's hands,
what they might feel like,
of a friend whose touch I miss -
the girl from Greg’s ice cream shop
who samples more than she sells.

I thought of you in long grass,
how the sun blessed us then -
Lies the old told of winter.
I touch my nipple where
a freckle once resided, then
think again of a stranger.




Buy me a chocolate Jesus -

*posted this a poem on the forum.

[lizzytysh]

Clever, Cate .


~ Lizzy

[Cate]

___2
curious


_________________________Don’t worry my love,
________________________I’ve done this before.

______________________________Now
____________________________you must
__________________________stay very still.



____________________________________________________________________



___________________________________________________________Shhhhhh

____________________________________________________________let's
_____________________________________________________________be
____________________________________________________________quiet

[jimbo]

why be quiet????????????????????

[Cate]

Ricura ( tanka attempt)

Bus stop, pious man
wrapped tight, waits with a filled mouth
worries he is rude

offers to fill my belly
with sweet honey, milk and due

[jimbo]

very relieving

[Cate]

lost Seed


Flutter

They told me that I was lucky,
a couple more weeks later
and they would have had to induce
labor- I would have had to
deliver you already dead.

I'm afraid I don't see the luck here?
Maybe, if I had delivered you
I could have seen you, touched you
kissed you just once.
Maybe you could have been
real and not just a flutter.

I don't see the luck, of having
you sucked out of my body.
Your tiny body, torn into pieces
and then what?
Thrown into some type of
bio-baby bin like garbage?

* * * * *


James tells me god
takes even the unborn,
that he's with
my Father now.

I wish I wasn't
an atheist.

(added, March 2009)