when I read your poems, sitting in the comfort
of my study, puerh steaming, the golden
light streaming from my lamp
my heart is a stone.
you've stolen my words, the koi in my pond
crows in the sky, and even my rolling eyes
during meditation. one more thing
you've done, a long list of things
a sutra of betrayal and lies.
tonight, I am a bitter woman
wandering the garden with wet
eyes to match the leaves.
September 22, 2007
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