When I Was Alive
Jodi Maureen Horovitz
[jodimarr@gmail.com]
I am sneaking back.
Sunk into this skin is the scent of a ghost.
Follow it like a wolf
and I will Be again!
Sweat dropping like rain
on the screened-in porch;
wet with the hunger of never enough.
Feed for me!
Crashing like the Bracklin Falls
Rising up into my lungs;
You in the Scottish Highlands and wooly backed cows.
I can smell the dew on the grass.
Breathe for me!
In London I was bright as the city,
sparkled like the lights along the Thames,
and stood tall against the Houses of Parliament.
Shine for me!
In Haiti I burned
and filled myself with Rhum;
you with the strangers, smoking.
Feel for me!
In Granada I ached against the ancient walls;
bloomed like roses, full as a heart
with you and Alhambra.
Love for me!
In death I was absurd
eager, unaware;
but I am sneaking back.
I am sneaking back.
Pray for me.
© 1998 Lazy Jo Music, Inc. (ASCAP),
all rights reserved
appears here by permission
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