Feels Good:

In Loving Memory of Ulysses Hauer

I fall in love
With anyone that touches me
With kindness
And I told them
To keep the window open
The last night.

There's always a stage
Where you believe
Another person's life
Is ornamental enough
To hang-
Yet we hang ourselves
Instead.


I fell in love with
The CFO of my company;
He saw me before
And he saw me after
The cancer
And he
Held me like a baby
And I cried
In his arms
And he held his face
To mine;
I thought he was crying,
Too.
Three hours later
He had glass shards
In his skull, and I had the
Memory
Of his beard
Against my cheek.

~
I am not a disease
I was not a disease
I am a disease

~

And so I fall in love
With the wind;
Who tenderly brushes
My face,
And I pine for death;
Who wraps her full
Arms around me and
Softly takes me
Home.
And it feels
Good.