I We used to gather together no matter the Weather to watch The Wizard of Oz. The memory is like a twister in black and white across the silver screen of the scene of My mind. Sending fight or flight to render Entrails of details returned to sender I just know an Awareness began to grow II Then, later, when,...

  Sorry... I don't know how to cry How do they do it? Those who can How do they not look like death afterwards Or a sad clown portrait character during?  My eyes are dry and hurt so much I don't remember the last time  Where...