“THE DEAD WEIGHT” 6 Aug 96

Regularly, like clockwork
every 30 days I lose the dead weight
a reflection in a broken mirror
I am wounded, but will survive

float like a feather on the breeze
hoping for a sunkissed beach
arms stretched out, let the wind take my
dead weight, carry me away

and the cliff edge with rustled hair
open arms
hoping to fly
for a holiday

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