Rachel, 10.7.04

In a not-so-shocking turn of events, my best friend and anam cara, Rachel, left me a voice mail this morning which caused mediocre, romantic poetry to ooze out:

the sound of her voice
tinkling shatter laughter
even at six in the morning
is all the light i need
to reach for another day
full of pain and poverty
she is the patron saint
of extremes
reminding me always
that heavens and hells are
only separated by the fine moment
in between a choking sob
and gasping hysterical joy.
10.7. 04