Been writing
ten pages
everyday.

There is a story
about Heaven
and Hell

and about
cain and able

and the prodigal son

and other things
I can't go into here.

The rest is
theological rhetoric.
clusters of poems.

and I've a
great deal
of correspondence

I do not write
love poetry
to anyone.
anymore.

Breathe easy.

it aint anything
to anyone.
No hard feelings.

Every Journal I've written
on deviantart
has been about Ulices.
and Grayson.

I've moved on.
I can dig it.

I still don't
believe a word of it.


My immune system
is healing
itself.

I've stayed damn fit.
My breasts
have disappeared.

my curves are the same.
I still have a silhouette

The color
has returned to
to my cheek and lip.
My eyes glow.

I make good money.

My faith in God
has been renewed.
My friends are tight knit.
and I live on my own.

My cousin

now lives with me

I've developed a taste
for chardonay over vodka
I smoke now.

I have a new beau.


I miss you.
Take care.