H
e a r t S o n s & H e a r t
D a u g h t e r s
of A l l e n G i n s b e r g
N
a p a l m H e a l t h S p a : R e p o r t 2 0 1 4 :
A r c h i v e s E d i
t i o n
RICHARD WILMARTH
two hands
i
believed in myself
when
i was with you
my life made
sense
i
didn’t worry
i
stopped feeling the pressure
my
life became workable
and all the time
you
were there
with
your sighs
and
your smiles
willing to hold
my hand
when
nothing else mattered
except
preparing
the turkish coffee
and rolling our
cigarettes after dinner
[Originally
published in NHS 1992, http://www.poetspath.com/napalm/nhs92/index.html#25.]