19 September, 2003 : gardenia
oh ye neglected diaryland, i shall update you too.

It started off with pasta, pounds and pounds of wanting thick noodles and pbs

It ended in metal probes and dissolving flesh

To us you are just a #

Yes, I say with my polka dot socks, legs splayed

Outside they were saying prayers

The Virgin Mary can't save me now

Decidedly Not a virgin, I cringed as a man who I never loved, ripped out my heart

A kind black woman held my hand as I drifted in between layers of reality and pain

The doctors parting wisdom was "there you go, you stay in school and this won't happen again"

He carried off a blue bag and gave me my student discount as I cried

the recovery room was filled with many women of all walks of life

drinking orange soda and eating crackers and cookies

"this is my first, oh, this is my third..nmmm girlfriend, you need to be careful"

I couldn't stay there

someone called after me, "wait, you almost forgot your hat, I wouldn't want to forget that hat"

I no longer cared about my favorite hat

I christened you Gardenia.

Not aloud because tongues were now useless.

I never told anyone that until now

That I imagined taking you to the store with me

Carrying you around town

I burned white candles and incense trying to understand

I withdrew into a thick haze and sleep that only my friends tried to penetrate

All I had left was sickness and a straight temporary reminder that ran down my stomach and sickness

A life later, I look at the scars running over my stomach and thighs and hips, beautiful road maps to my heart.

However, occasionally I still smell Gardenia and cry.