I'd Cut Up My Heart For You

Everywhere, Women Gathered In Knots, Huddled In Groups On Front Porches, On Sidewalks, Even In The Middle Of The Streets, Telling Each Other That No News Is Good News, Trying To Comfort Each Other, Trying To Present A Brave Appearance.

I Do Not Write With Ease, Nor Am I Ever Pleased With Anything I Write. And So I Rewrite.

Life's Under No Obligation To Give Us What We Expect. We Take What We Get And Are Thankful It's No Worse Than It Is.

Ser Eyes Met His, Hers Naked With Pleading, His Remote As Mountain Lakes Under Gray Skies. She Saw In Them Defeat Of Her Wild Dream, Her Mad Desires.

Burdens Are For Shoulders Strong Enough To Carry Them.