Oblique corridors
   below ground links
   structure to structure mazes
Angular corridors
   link memory to memory
   tortured underground days—
   the rudimentary mind
Corridors of menace
   obtuse, stubborn, strange
Some things you get over...
   Some things
When I love
So I lost them—
   some by fire, some by drowning
I don’t let go
Virgin, consort, hag
I had hoped for more time, earthly wonders
Soft things with no place in this world
I was happy 
When you finally see this tattoo, this distinguished old mark
   you’ll find me

-November 8, 2009-