Sunday, November 16, 2008

So Beat Me with a Stick Fred

So Beat Me With A Stick Fred

I see
unpalatable perfection
purple prose,
in the radiant face of my mother, nature.
And when I feel too much
of love and death,
when my demons need exorcising,
I go to the Devil's Den
and find my mother
who hears me cry
and answers my questions.

-Nancy Boudreau, from "N" book of poetry, 1998

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