"Spit out the food.
Can’t swallow it all down
Thought that I could..
I need to breathe
Why you call me a different name?
So many voices
Right, left - they boss me around
Autistic
Fratastic..
friends of friends -
Bipolar again..
Bipolar always igen.. (again..)
Polar person woeman
Polar bear playing
Polar person we
Polar said I see..
Sepharad
No macab..
Sepharad
where’s jesus when u need him?
cross a hanging
tongue’s a sanging..
Sepharad..
Sepharad..
Shawl or veil..
Darkness falls..
Hollars all..
Sepharad..
Chemical trails..
Songs like whales..
Sepharad..
Being jesus 4 ya..
iz exhausting work..
Sepharad..
small sepharad..
hold me
hold me
sweet love,
sweet boy of mine..
I am girl
and sweet as song
and lost as long
as I can explain..
so long I
can’t explain -
or don’t want to..
don’t want to talk..
don’t want to explain..
small girl-boy on the inside
walks the stairs
to school again -
Needs her dad.
He’s not there..
Sepharad..
small sepharad..
sad and such..
Still so sad and such..
small sepharad.”
~ poem by Kelly. A Hoff. "small sepharad.”
02-23-23
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