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Date Posted: 13:27:19 06/17/01 Sun
Author: Leisa*)
Subject: In The Desert Of A Broken Wing

In The Desert Of A Broken Wing

It's time for healing
old wounds had
their way; sketched
out demons when sleep failed
to deliver
a clean house.

The dungeon marked
"NO VACANCY"
It had to let out
bleed somewhere
in the desert
of a broken wing.

The institute;
a harsh word
wasn't so bad.
Looked like a place
I might call home
in some past dream.

I met her young friend,
full of life
with empty soul pocket.
"Wise beyond her years"
she said with a depth
of emotion
which only lent to her
own naive innocence.

Illustrated,
impressed with the magnitude
of what these people knew.
I reminded her of the fine line.
She nodded in agreement
while she lit a large man's
cigarette for him
when he woke.
He looked disoriented
looked around
to reacclimate
himself.
He fell back
into hard sleep
when his smoke was gone.

The sun faded
blocked my view
to the west.

Her friend
kept saying
it was her meds
making her so clumsy,
so off balance,
so groggy and dry mouthed.

She showed me her tattoo
of balance on her lower back
said it only hurt on the spine.
She explained in minute detail
what each chamber represented

How a woman's body is sacred
and only men who treasure
it are worth anything.

She showed us her drawing
the design she would
get on her ankle
when she got out on Monday.

I found little to disagree
in her presentation
of the twenty minute autobiography;
the small glimpse of what she wanted
us to know.

She sang and danced
with the kids,
implored them to teach
her the steps, the moves.

She glowed, her moment
in the light;
I heard later that night
she broke again
in fragile vulgar words
to nurses who forgot
her medication schedule.

It's a vivid landscape;
short bursts of sanity
which only tell me it's
not the ones in institutions
who know nothing.
They know too much.
And I know I am always
just one step away.

Leisa*)
06.17.01

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re: In The Desert Of A Broken Wing -- spW, 14:34:08 07/01/01 Sun
- Re: re: In The Desert Of A Broken Wing -- Leisa*), 02:29:50 07/07/01 Sat