This was inspired by ex boyfriend and 9/11.


Here we are two frozen bodies
trapped 
in the cold expenses of our
survival
I reach out to the river as if i could find something
there

as if i were searching
for a long lost brother
like a key like a sign
that everything will be
alright

we built this place where we can keep our shit
till 
time 
runs 
out and the coldness
subsides

inside
i feel like the sun never shone so bright
upon the river that is our home
our burrow
our place where we can be.
free

i feel like the clouds like i could fly 
among the certain shapes 
which
entertain
me
each
day
as we lay by our home
in the sand

wondering what's really ours
and what
is
damned



Cynthia Smallwood
2002