Wednesday, October 2, 2013

A poem a day for 2013 - day 274 - Friends

She asked me what the medication was for
I told her in short
I am or have this thing they call bipolar
She held my face in the soft of her palms
Kissed my forehead with the smooth of her wise lips
You are all polar she said
You are a circle
No line
No space can hold you, dear

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