| I Wish I Was Still in the Dark I heard voices entwined and never knew the truth till recently; now the hearing of either alone burns my ears. I feel dirty and voyeuristic for knowing two sides of this story that have not yet combined, and for digging for information anyway. Is it a triangle or a square, or just some funky Northern born-in-a-barn dance of myriad facets? A couple of narcissists-- one tuned in and turned on still singing in haphazard pursuit of the other: totally obtuse to it, voicing dutifully, sitting still and cold for praise, needing a more direct and in-the-face chase. Joining them, eying each other likewise, two fresh forces, both wanna-be's, tongue-draggers, called "sweet." Otherwise like night and day-- blind and wide-eyed; one presented on a shining plate and one dragged in from the dung heap. The daily harangue ends soon in an anticlimactic escape. PamEhli/1998 |
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