5/11/98

I. 

   You disappear
   You reappear   
   You are my poet/doll.
   You were gone
   You came back 
   You are my poet/doll.
   I cannot own you
   I cannot keep you
   I cannot love you
         my poet/doll.
   You are too slick
   You are too quick
   You make me sick
          my poet/doll.
   pins and needles in your head
   i killed you before, you should be dead
   set in stone, you bled and bled
           you are not my poet/doll
                    Öbecause you are free.
a talisman i make of you
i force you to return
you do not
                       and I am alone.