Delilah Turned Away

removed my old hat. worn and wet. i discover, slow-like, you are not the nightingale and I am not your voice. Misjudged you, Philomel. the exorcisms weren't enough, and didn't work. incense is not the trick. you show me puzzle-pieces of myself in doses, large enough to kill, and remind me that i am not part of the cannon, am no 'Santero'. my improvisatrice, i have been your painting long enough, have leapt off the wall. art can walk away.

je sais que je ne peux pas vous changer. je ne peux pas vous sauver. je ne peux pas etre votre nordique tiens le premier role.

old hat. worn. discover no santero. you have your voice. pieces of myself in doses large enough to choke on. i am not your Samson, your personal Jesus.

"all your life you've never seen a woman taken by the wind.."

"I poured my full and burning heart/ in song, and on the canvas made/ my dreams of beauty visible"

"in the garden I did no crime.."

"and I learned what black magic can do.."