limb-in-hall

Dear Peggy,

Was it Picasso that said copying was the highest form of flattery?

Or was it flagellation?

Forgive me for I have sin...ce

forgotten.

You should know

there were two things that kept me up last night

as I was writing and writhing

pondering and pontificating

inching my way towards the hours of Psychosis

4.48.

ONE- the subtle sting of heartbreak

and the persistent haunting of emptiness in my bed, and

TWO- your writing

about your love affair with Marina.

In one, I found myself moving closer to life

and in the other I found myself running less

--at a de-accelerated pace towards

death.

Will you be my Ulay

my Krasner

my Cage?

I'll be your ugly duckling

if you'll engage (with) me

even if not reciprocally.

Be the sun in mine eyes so that I might not see

the horizon

to which, for which, I am bound.