Bokelskere.no

she used to wear vintage dresses over her bikini

and flip-flops

ride to venich beach to read virginia on the sand

she used to make collages with images of the virgin

mary and roses she used to write poetry

she went to a ballet high

school and could have died

for beauty

not only from the eating disorder

but from the words of the mean mistress

she found her mother on the floor of the bathroom

with a bottle of pills

but still alive

her roommate in college was raped

and brutally murdered

another friend died the same way at a different place

and time

her terror turned into worry

about small things

like the overgrown cuticle on her little toenail

she married an artist and went to clubs

with scrawls on the walls called art

kept her collages private

intricate and glistening as hidden body parts

her husband stopped having sex with her

she doubted her poetry

because a mean bulimic woman

told her she couldn't write

she took up african dance and then brazilian

because they honored rather than denied her ass

helped her heal her marriage

and the scars of ballett and anorexia

she danced into the arms of the drummer

they coul have been brother and sister

he read her a poem on their first date

she was still married when she made love to him

left her husband almost right away

married again on the hills above malibu

dancing on the crest above the sea

with white flowers in her hair

she gave birth to two children

decorated her house in pink and green velvet

teaches thirteen year olds literature every day

comes home and cooks dinner every night

writes her books in the weekends

the war maked her so sad she needs meds

she's okay though

her husband still wants her whenever possible

still reads her poetry aloud

she has finally discovered

the brutality is not inside of her

however there are many roses, there are altars,

there are stories