Lost My Shit by Liz Martelli

I lost my shit tonight

On the floor in the middle of the

Pleasantville Inn

I woke up in the hands of strangers

Worried and concerned

And they didn’t even know me.

Compassion transcends this awkward

Situation, I guess.

Me, regaining consciousness,

Cracking jokes flat on my back

Amber, terrified, whiter than

A bottle of elmer’s glue,

Standing to the side trying not

To see.

The message was clear:

My battalion of patient guardian

Angels gave me a taste

Of the end of the road

I’ve been traveling on,

While I still have time to

Turn around and choose again.

posted march 17,2008 on her myspace page only days before she died


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