We All Love Lucy

aching stops
and numbness begins
feelings aren’t essential
but they are nice
why do it now
what was wrong before
didn’t you believe me
I tried I said
I wanted it whole again
it fell apart
and then feel through my fingers
disappearing before it hit the floor
I am a book
with no pages
only blots of ink
and pictures of memories
tear stained paper
but the story isn’t over yet
did you forget Sunday School
no, I don’t remember his name
should it matter
no, I guess you’re right again
can’t I get a clue
is this a rerun or what?

4-23-91