I walk the night alone
kicking leaves
brushing aside webs
caught in my hair
that the busy spiders are spinning.
The cemetary lies ahead
where those I love
live now.
I step inside
a regular customer
and decide whom
I will sleep beside tonight.
The beauty is
no one here
gets mad at me.
No one here
loves me less for being me.
The living judge me
and scorn me
and unlove me
so much
that I'd rather be among the dead
than among them.
In this place,
I am welcome.
~Kory~
6/19/07
