"in sperate pieces #0: cube"

by Patrick Scaffido

my past is no secret
my pen is running out of ink
i think,
nothing sacred by your definition
nothing
on display and 
(i guess i'll have to settle for
a metaphor*)
i am no secret
everything is pretty much here for
anything to touch
a confessor?
a avenging angel?
a traitor redeemed?
the high priests of light called me 
the fallen angel.
no. i have not fallen.
yes. i have fallen.
over.

*excerpt from Martyr's Wife written by Bob O'Gureck performed by
 Fossil.

c. 1997