Wednesday, 11 July 2012

pieces of me

give me a sharp knife and and i will cut myself into pieces
i am sure they can exist independently
one can be wife and mother
one can be a cellist
one can be a dancer
one can be a poet
one can be a translator
one can be a scholar
one can follow the spiritual path

where we will be your friend
your lover, and the blue sky inside
the warm earth

is a loaf of bread
give me a sharp knife

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