Semi Soul ;

l look at an army green sketch of Buddha

is my soul in me

I want to ask the beige paint on the wall

or Am I in my soul?

I'm knock, knock, knockin on your door 

Love

is your door next to the window?I see you in the fragrant daises in the yardthat must be you.Aren't you pretty?Am i pretty? 

Forget heaven, I got today 

and a man who says he loves me

I've got today

and this sunroof on my beige CamryI got the sun on my face.Today I really see your face in the foggy rearview mirror. 

He jumped in my soul the other day

like I was Daisy DukeThat red car, he jumped from the side windowas if he could drive my stick, as if he knew what buttons to push.And I stood there with my shortsmaking my legs naked...these legs I've insured.Without them I have no worth. 

And I let him bleed my blood

I let him live inside me.

we are not friends. 

There is no distance no difference between us

i Am him

he is me

 (We share a toothbrush and some socks) 

when we discovered this phenomenon 

we laughed

we had both suspected we were not alone

in this soul, this body, this life

We made up new words

Only we could understand 

We sang  

Tunes about tunes

from the eighties, from the nineties

paid tribute to Michael, Prince, and George Michael 

Dead singers are sweeter.

and the songs we didn't sing 

were singing us.

  

We played 

we made imaginary paintings 

watercolor French doors

on construction paper spirits 

I stripped off my naked body 

and there I really was

Floating in and out of love

feeling alive and dead

not caring about

what I would find inside me

You took my hand

and whispered truth, truth, truth

that's when  i knew, 

there is no me

there is only what I want there to be

there is only we.

 If there's a woman in chains anywhere...

none of us are free.

If there's a woman behind every manwho's behind me?

we are all made of the same sari

made out of the same Banarsi silk

Don't you cry, don't you cry for me

this is all just spilled milk.