warrior sisters

6-8-14
Normandy beach
 has nothin' on us.

trenches, explosions
dying confessions

embattled idealism
deadly face-offs.

one of us gone
nobody won.

final act of truth
 lightbulb
moths forsaken.

cast out/then chosen

if one moment  she

catches

 a feeling unlovable,

due to ruffled expectations
or overlord
beratings

inhumane
disrespectful
un-rufflings--,

Rx found:
among rustling
red-tailed

squirrels,
self-ascending to
birdfeeder paradise

jan 4-'14

sat nite

again
waiting
deciding

snak
offering
crackers

new yr regrets
illusion of
pretend sister friend