or – Kerry and the kids go on a vacation, without me --- kind of. (7/01)
This ghost of me, that is not me
goes every where you go;
This ghost of you that is not you
saddles with my very eyes
and whispers in my vision.
What shall we say of such a Being:
It is one times two,
It is two pressed together, twined,
It is you in me and me in you.
It is one.
I have about me
You have about you
But you have climbed
through every portal of sense
no other face
no other voice
no other force of habit,
No other picture of
what a woman looks like
Now that you are far away
I think sometimes about our children.
I reproduce their faces,
for the moment.
But what's this phantom
that has leached the very cells
of my inner eye?
and behold your fleeting face
traced hot like the spot of a bulb.
Will I return the favor?
Will I lift your eyes with wonder,
to the crashing surf – will you see strange things
within the clouds? Will my face flicker
like a strobe between the frames?
And now – I hear you
singing in the background,
I touch your strong face and back,
But you are more than sculpture
that I turn on the stage of my inner mind;
You are branded in my brain and I feel you thinking with me:
SO … Should I buy the delicious milk?
Or sacrifice my pleasure
for the One-percent?