I tip toe like the earth is going to swallow me any second now
Rebecca Susan Lemke
Point X marks the spot I was here and analyzed everything
To bits and pieces of substance, into fragmented cells and evidence
I stifled up baby steps coming around points A-W as I
watched for cracks in the side walk
It’s for my sake or my mother’s, watching for cracks
like misguided conceptions,
Blessing her heart in the ways I know how to
I go out beyond the picket fence
and white house visage that speaks in secrete
of the painted mirages of bonding and loving
when it’s not nearly sugar coated in the soft center of it all
Depending on the value and nurturing of feelings
I sucked it all back into my belly
With a pending need for restitution
And it’s still there
I try my best to love the fearful
Assuming karma’s real and blows up in my face
Any day now, any day
I tip toe
I cross my fingers, winking at fate
Waiting for the judgment call to boom in my ear
At the beat of a kamikaze conclusion
Any ventures in dogma
Are like a sure fire exit,
fearing, going up against
questions unasked with out validation
It doesn’t hurt to look into the mirror,
and to ask a lot of questions
Point X marks the spot I bat an eye at glass
Drawing my breath back into my skull and lungs
