I am sad because I am not happy.
When I am happy, it’s because I am not sad.
I’m just a naked girl underneath all my clothing.
I’m sometimes beautiful when I am not in love.
Above my enemies, slow miracles hang over.
Above the lies I’ve made, slow tears in spinning waters.
And Kathy scared the shit out of my River;
and I thought she would make me sick forever,
but I stood by and waited with my anger
as freedom came behind my decomposure. –
Lagging very, very, very far behind.