She's Raging at Me from the Inside
Grandmother Muriel stuck her head in an oven in 1932 abandoning 3 little daughters, sinking her talons into me from across the decades the chiseled brevity of her existence a staccato symphony pinioning me forbidding my flight from the resonance of her life and she was so beautiful, odd for a man to say about his own grandmother, but when she ended on such a grevious note she was only 26 leaving behind a scattering of darkening photographs of her bright brown eyee, wavy black hair, white teeth, perfectly shaped lips, and the tiny little cleft in her chin, so soft and beautiful and that's how she'll remain in perpetuity 26 years old and beautiful but nevermind, what I'm trying to say is there's such a strain here inside me, she's here inside. I can feel her squirming hear her screaming, shrieking like crazy from inside me raging to get out, Jesus, but its hard to explain.
Jerry H. Jenkins
4637 Luxberry Drive
Fairfax VA 22032-1933
There was a door to which I found a key. Each door led to another endlessly and every door disclosed a mirrored room where every mirror duplicated me.
I closed my eyes to hide my infinite face but my mind had become a mirrored place whithout a door, and all around I saw no exit and no path I could retrace.
I looked and found upon the mirrored floor a key that looks like one I found before. I stand again where I began my search: an entrace to an old familiar door.