Movement

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Birthday Girl - April 17, 1952

Movement

i’m so tired of this static life -

tired of the cling of socks and sleeves

but something held me back before.

i thought it was a brief rest stop

but it was the trap of comfort.

i’m working it out like jackie -

classic dance beats and memories

wrap me in a blanket of grief.

we die alone in this world but -

it’s a journey we take together

i can’t look death in the eyes

until i plan a funeral

for self-centered youthful excess.

but i won’t let go of it now -

not for all the days of my life.

i’m working it out like kevin -

dark disco beats and cold comfort -

we really aren’t alone in this.

we have all been in denial but

it’s a journey we take alone.

should i kick and scream like a child

or leave a note for translation:

“Non. Non je ne regrette rien”?

melodrama is too easy -

living by my own wits is hard.

now i have different travel plans -

sometimes with a map or compass

sometimes we’ll intersect or pass each other

without a cross word-

or a crooked middle finger.

(For P.A.W.)

©2005, 2009 Danna Williams