I'm doing backflips of
indignation
sommersaults of
disgust
walking the tightrope
between what's happened
and what's being done
you have no faith in my confession
and that's what this is about.
Day in and out I replay our conversation
and I watch you shoot me down.
you're not the only one
who insists
that maybe
I've invented this.
You can't deal with where they've gone
And it's nothing that you want to know.
So you shut your ears and cover your eyes
Because
It's nothing that you want to know. (written: 1/19/01-for my biological family)