i am not
i am not
“i am not yet a saint,” she say, 1
but she was on the ladder up, 2
she was evolving 3
with the subtlety 4
of a slightly continental drift. 5
but she wasn’t doing much 6
growing up on my shift. 7
and that was last spring. 8
and i was high on pain. 9
“i am not spent yet,” i say, 10
but who’s for more throes 11
when the heat is like this 12
and it’s this hot and it’s like this: 13
i sucked it up 14
for an all-purpose rain checkered day. 15
and i don’t remember a thing. 16
and i was high on pain. 17
“i am not out of flower yet,” isis say, 18
and her petals litter the ground, 19
this in fighting torn sect i’d so like to dissect 20
and get to it. discover why this virginity 21
so eludes me. and hopefully it won’t be 22
like all the rest of the mysteries 23
that i can’t grasp: lies. 24
and i don’t remember a thing. 25
and i was high on pain. 26
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