Where, exactly, are you?
Somewhere, you hear
voices, urgent.
Could you be in limbo?
A thin beam of light
calls to you.
Will you reach heaven?
Brighter now,
white and beautiful.
You hurry in that direction.
Your eyes acquiesce,
and open to discover …
you’re back in hell, after all.
Voices
Oh Yeah, I Was Fine
Dandy in fact.
Pregnant by a sex fiend.
Starving for the monster.
Scared to admit either
to those close to me
who remained
clueless eyes closed to every
negative thing about me, or
dying to know every
dirty little tidbit.
And the only one
who knew every little
negative, dirty thing
would have
forgiven me anything.