resolved lulie She Resolved You will not have seconds of me. Your fear grip on me has weakened. Truth is stored in hidden Pockets of renewed hope Packed next to my virgin dreams And the electrical impulses That prove I’m real. After dressing tender cuts, Swallowing pain, Brushing ripped hair, Mending torn blouses and damaged jeans, After taping together my work, Sweeping broken glass, Breathing deep enough to float, Reaching finger tips through heaven, Screaming out my hate, Exhausting my fuel, Refilling with no hint of you, I walked out Dry eyed. C Lulie 1997 020508 what's it to you? who go blather from