Sunday, April 20, 2008

From Marita's Blog

"Love, your daughter

OMG I found this poem while looking for my passport. My poem for MariCarmen Perochena. It said the words I was feeling so deeply, and when I lost it, I had to re-write it because it meant so much to me. But the original was much better, as I knew.

Shooting hoops
I remember our sports uniforms
nuns in blue skirts and white shirts
Yours swished as you jumped
You asked me if I danced ballet
so kind to me - I must say it

Silent phones
I never got the nerve to call you
I left the cult; you died there
In my dreams, I do too
Awake, any hell is better
I wonder where you are, Mari"

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