22. "b/c i wrote a poem for k.l. moore too" In response to In response to 21
and here it is...w/love
"Dreaming Kiera"
& for awhile i had set aside my wurds not sure of whut they cld do & whut purpose they served & for awhile i didnt realize i was comparing me to u, & all the while i was admirin whut it was u did but i never wanted others to compare us, b/c we were so different being so much the same & i wanted that understood.
readin ur wurds was like readin my secrets whispered back to me & i wanted to scream, scream, scream mad at u, how did u know that how cld u write that how cld u tell everyone else who have u been talking to & why were u in my head so long long time repeatin to me all the things i hid frum myself ur wurds were mirrors remindin me of uglee things i didnt want anyone seein, but u showed & i still had to love you b/c u didnt know then those were my thoughts & my secrets & they belonged to me alone.
& i dreamed u sumtimes behind me cuz i thought it & u spoke it, & maybe u sayin it gave me the courage to say it too & i neva took it as tryin to be u, cuz i always be me i wake up like this. but they dont understand i cant rip the gap frum my mouth or thighs b/c its drk there & nuthin there & God gave me just a little bit of space for myself to sit sumtimes & be me & not cry & neva laff just sit silent w/ no wurds b/c in my gaps there are no wurds so i cannot strangle myself w/ hands i dont see in the gaps there is blk & it is blinding.
i dreamed kiera dreamin of gulla before u said geechie me bein the girl growed up on rice & sugar & butter & blk pepper i dreamed u behind me & once i lead u instead of the other way around & we sat hip to hip grazin shoulders & then i knew i cld tell u my secrets b/c ur breath was safe & i smelled rosemary under ur tongue & instead of wunderin how it got there i told u all my secrets but by then u made up ur mind to stop writing so maybe i was too late dreaming u & i as nel & sula w/ two throats & one eye neva on the sparrow b/c no one watches ova us. they just watch laffin when breasts heave & my dreams dont come true.