Nov
25
There is a gypsy in me.
Is there a gypsy in me, and if so, what do I do with her?
She beats against the pure in me, as a gypsy will, cagey and canny like one who lives by a moment’s wit. What do I do with her.
Or is she suppressed rage. Some corner I will not finally slip past to allow exposure. Girl as place of being.
Gypsy as doorknob of being. (2010)