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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeMy Bedroom Is a Sacred Place Now – There Are Children At The Foot Of My Bed
Last year, when I wrote you my last letterthe beginning of my future poetryI acknowledged who you really were for the first timeI didn't call you by any other nameI let you know that I knew the true nature of your heartThat it was evil, and that it convinced me that darkness was realthat the devil is a real deviland that monsters don't always know that they're monstersBut projection is an amazing thingafter you left and burnt the house downyou tried to convince me that it was I who was holding the matchesYou told me that I didn't know who I was, but I doI love rose gardensI plant violets every time someone leaves meI love the great sequoias of YosemiteAnd if you asked my sister to describe the first thing she thinks of when she thinks of meshe would say "camp fire smoke"I'm gentleI'm funny when I'm drunkBut I haven't been drunk for 14 yearsI go on trips with my friends to the beach who don't know that I'm crazyI can do thatI can do anythingEven leave youBecause my bedroom is a sacred place now that there are children at the end of my bedtelling me stories about the friends that they pretend to hate, that they will make up with laterAnd there are fresh cut flowers that I grew myself in vases from the yard on nightstands, hand carved by old pals from Big SurAnd the longer I stay herethe more I am sureBut the more I step into becoming a poetThe less I will fall into being with youThe more I step into my poetryThe less I will fall into being with youThe more I step into my poetryThe less I will fall into bed with you
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