The soap opera journal of a poet who has set up household on the edge of Leona Canyon in Oakland, California where she creates meaning for herself from the vortex.
Monday, May 10, 2004
Outlaw You were an outlaw. I loved you. Then something happened.
I became a mother, took an oath to protect life.
But nothing happened to you. You stepped out of the way.
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