Sunday, October 01, 2006

a poem about Twins

a poem about Twins

We know what happened to you
scientifically:
When you were a couple of days,
when you were as close as you never will be again,
you were one.

Then fate struck a slicing strike; you became two.
For 9 months you and you shared the warmth of mother, and, probably,
already becoming you and you in that time. Distinct and separate.
Hearts not synced with mother's or each other's.
Both aware, perhaps, of each other: sharing, maybe
a uterine embrace.

Then, in the years after birth, you and you would play different games, speak different words.
You and You would feel different amounts of pain and shame and regret.
You and You would love in your on ways, feeling separate rays of the sun, seeing the maples don fall-fire leaves on distinct trees.

Who knows what the twin feels? Maybe what is hot to you is cold to you, an maybe blue is some hue you see in a different view.

But, only you and you can be more sure you know all the many-fold differences between the two. The world may gloss over in its crude march, for the details are lost in the day.
At the end of it, at least, you will know you.

Needle Exchange [10/01/06]

Not really much to report:

We need a diagram and rating of the best areas to inject IV drugs.

I volunteer with a really cute Berkley student, Julie.

Ascorbic acid-> break crack down to inject.

People hit arteries. You think people care about living or dying with an addiction like that?

I walked away from needle exchange with a bit of doubt about how much of a difference I could possibly be making.
Then I realized that for every junky (tweeker) that comes in and gets a free needles and never returns them, there is a more responsible amount of drug use out on the streets. People are using the clean needles if they are present and accessible. The less disease the better, that is the rule. HIV and HEP C can be easily transmitted between classes. It doesn't care about your assets. It just needs a warm body.


Hmm....

All in all, and at the end of the day, I'm a country boy. Though I do like me some city from time to time.