Wednesday, January 9, 2013



You see me
As you want to see me
A single strand of the wind
Bound & delivered
in a demon's dream.
You watch me
As I blow in different directions
To protect myself,
Try to collect myself.
You say we are too much alike,
Refuse to hold me down
As I'm lifted & carried away.
You say I could never stay in one place
And you turn away
Without even seeing
That you held me in your hand.
     -- Shayla Kwiatkowski, 1987

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