I LOVE
The Hawk Kitchen 9:00pm
I sat or paced
in that place of unfavourable recollection
where My First Husband
tried to feed Me a sandwich
telling Me I couldn’t come home
until “this idea” was out
of My Mind —
This I dead Idea
evolved from that hell hole
to My Freedom of Writing
fifteen or twenty years
away from confinement
& starvation
I am able to write
I LOVE