January 27, 2008

I knew that she wouldn’t stay.

Where would someone like her belong?


Not with the bantamweights

and cheap entertainers,


The drab holder-on-ers,

smoke-infested muddlers.


I can only guess where you’re heading next.

You will be loved wherever you go.


You will not have to suffer much.

You will have to decide who is really of use to you


and who you will have to leave behind

as you step into a golden future,


Gliding down catwalks and clean city streets.

Up in every elevator.


You will see money and success.

I cannot go with you.

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