Martine Locke


Thursday, April 24, 2008

between indiana and ohio

i raise an unholy finger
in the direction of you
and whisper gently
adieu, adieu, adieu

the ripping sound you hear?
oh, it's just my heart
my crazy lovelorn heart
being torn
apart

but at last your words
they speak your truth
at last your very words
carried the words

'I knew'