I could
endure you
I could exist as merely bones
I could lay everything open
let each hair wind away
slowly
from my body
let my skin loosen and fall
to the floor
let every muscle and vein dissipate
into a thin ash
I could do it quite easily
I could
endure you
I could lose all sense of my childlike imagination
forget how to move my mouth
in simple ways
to create sound
I could
be frightened
waiting eternally
for the emptiness in my hands
to replenish
I could even let myself
admire you
le capitaine
with your worn compass
guiding us through the fog
on a thin premise
truth be told
I am an extravagantly
ordinary queen
of endurance
however
I have now grown tired
no longer
a question of endurance
it is now
a question of desire
and
I have none
left
for you.
01/09/2018 AAW
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