Poetry
The Artist Formerly Known as Trish
Until
Until light is cast on this lone shadow.
Until truth becomes a necessity.
Until love is shared entirely.
This serves as a reminder.
Until crosses become untangled.
Until eyes meet in compassion.
Until it is understood.
This serves as a reminder.
Until at last there is nothing left.
Until all is shattered by conspiracy.
Until we leave flesh only.
This serves as a reminder.
A coward.
A serpent.
A child naked.
Motionless and strange.
A hesitant word.
A conspiring thought.
A sword that is gone dull with grief.
A child whining to be acknowledged.
A boy in girls clothing.
A vagina, two breasts,
and an ass.
Stirred by eyes that see nothing.
A woman.
A manipulator.
A pouter.
An introverted idiot.
This poem appeared in Church on Thursday, Issue #8, August 1997.
