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I am tired of painting
Dreaming
Wishing you easier than you
Are
I am failing at convincing myself
That you are good for me

I fancy you supportive
Predictable
Healthy
If only for my fantasies
Of normalcy
Shame lines this cord
(not under any tree)
Leading back to you
And all the things I work hard at
Ignoring in myself

My Lady Of Perpetual Sorrow…

I want to rescue you from your life
Change the details
Make the world kinder to dark-skinned
girlchild in 60's Trinidad
Give you room to fold

We might be singing different songs,
But this is the same voice

The unchanged smell of your hands
Demands that I remember: everything