breasts hang, moments drip, like water
from a leaky faucet.
your voice soothes, a distant call
it beckons, "i'll find
my way
to you."
the sun rises, another san diego day,
calls. traffic whizzes and birds shriek, piercing
the vibrant buzz of human movement - a repeititon
too monotonous for my soul. I remain,
here, almost ten years its been - again.
I remain, here,
patiently waiting.
hear ~ i am.
what's to come?
only time shall tell.
until then, the water flows and my breasts drip.
your voice distant, no longer a beckoning call.
the sun sets, and night remains. grandmother owl
hoots her call, an ancient reverie vibrates my soul.
no longer a super skeleton, I AM.
