by Julie Bihn
My heart is made of
Childlike pictures arranged around
A simple vase of
Ugly flowers
My soul feels
Awkward like when a
Room suddenly goes silent
For no reason
My mind is simply
A flock of
Butterflies hovering in
Orange formation
My spirit is cold--
An old man's final complaints trying
Desperately to float
Up to heaven
I am
The hair spray and jewelry and
Sandals and tight jeans in a
Lazy heap on the ground.
Copyright Julie Bihn 1998
Please do not modify or duplicate without my permission.