Confessions of a heartless thing
February 28, 2007
this is what I see
with every switch of my head
and under-breath mutterings.
a woman, not healthy
her mind exposed to
the “human condition,” that is
inhumane reality.
I am a quitter, can’t stick
with things you know, even those that matter
the most. And I think
what a terrible person I’ve turned out to be,
not because my heart was exposed
to inhumane realities,
but because it wasn’t.
This is a brittle
sheet of ice below me – a balancing act
and my ears are already ringing.
