The Joy of Madness

Poetry

I thought you were the starlight of my sky
I waited for the answer to a question I had not asked
you answered:
"sometimes our emotions confuse us."

Me anorexic thin
teenage ADD Ritalin
the credit card
that wouldn't clear
the rich cuisine,
Mama, that night
you filled my stomach;
but the live jazz trio
with the bass
that salved my sores
and the loving intention
you fed me,
feed me still.