" CONFETTI & KINDLING "

BITS OF PAPER SCATTER MY ROOM

ROUGHLY TORN SHEETS SERVING AS REMINDERS OF MY PAST

CRUMPLED, TATTERED SHEETS . . .

SHEETS OF EMPTY PROMISES AND ROMANTIC LIES

THE WORDS WRITTEN UPON THEM I ONCE HELD SACRED -

NO LONGER DO THEY MATTER TO ME

WORDS ARE MEANINGLESS - USELESS

SO NOW I LAY IN A PILE OF YOUR WORDS . . .

. . . YOUR FANTASIES . . .

. . . YOUR LIES . . .

. . . YOUR EMPTY PROMISES . . .

YOUR LOVELETTERS NOW SERVE ME AS CONFETTI -

CONFETTI FOR THE BROKEN HEARTED

FUNNY HOW WHAT I ONCE HELD SO NEAR AND DEAR IS NOW USELESS TO ME

FUNNY HOW I COULD LOSE MYSELF IN YOUR WORDS -

THOUGH WE WERE APART HOW I FELT YOU WERE TALKING TO ME AS IF WE WERE TOGETHER

READING THEM OVER AND OVER LIKE A BROKEN RECORD

KNOWING EACH LINE BY HEART -

BUT FEELING SOMETHING NEW EACH TIME I READ THEM

NOW THE TATTERED, TORN, CRUMPLED SHEETS SERVE AS KINDLING IN AN INFERNO-

BURNING THEM TO ASH AND HOPING THAT THEY'LL BLOW AWAY -

LIKE MY MEMORIES OF YOU . . .

-ANA
10-23-95

WRITING