Shadow woman
Straighten your spine
Tuck under your chin
Walk on
Hold your cup of nighttime tea
Honey!
Blend into the apartment’s white wall
And your self-portrait
Your body outlined
In folds of its own shadow self
Becomes art
Reality
Heartbroken, once again.
But a good feeling washes
Over, survival
Cold and alone
Drink hot, sweet late night tea
Walk on
Into life.
(Written on March 6, 1991 -- alone, heartbroken, alive in Chicago)
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