Days of Forgetfulness

Yesterday was the day I forgot...
Yesterday was the death day ...
Of so many things.

Of pretending to be happy in settled love,
Of telling myself that what I need is secure control.
A base from which to grow
little babies and probably vegetables.

Addiction to Fiction

I devour word after female word,
Written in pages and volumes
Of life stories of my land and far
I see my youth, dreams, songs and tears
In world after world of womens' stories.
I ride these waves
In fear of loneliness
This piece-meal of mental peace
This fragile web of pain and meaning...

Depression

Life in slow motion
A Black and white picture
Of crowd scenes
You see everyone
You see no one.
The moment before you black out
From numb pain
Of incessant tirades
A procession of blurred faces
A glint of light from
Today's selling face
Peering at you from the latest hoarding
As you walk along
With your heavy baggage
Into your dark train.