"Inside the Belly of a Crime I Never Committed"
I feel hidden inside the belly of a crime I never committed.
I feel coaxed toward the pleasure of a sin not yet known
guilt in mind
I set focus on the betrayal of my own self worth.
As I wind my heart around it all
like a ball of yarn
lines that have been added to
with the intention of meeting other things
the warmth of a sweater
a blanket to cover me at night
or a mind that screams
when I feel vulnerable.
I am not so disillusioned by the dwelling of introspection
that I am not safe though.
My palm shows generous stories
just like any one else's.
I tend the garden of complacency
grieving for lost artwork.
I hold tea parties at midnight
when no one is watching
and I call on every demon angel I have ever met there.
They tend to sing too loud though
and so
I quiet them by sharing my poems
and brushing my hair with remote intentions.
Be safe
I whisper
and we will all find shelter in a far off cove
that was always meant for lovers.
by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen
27 October 2010
Copyright 2010/2013
Sculpture "Bleeding Wings 4" by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen
