Poezie
imperfect (self)portrait
2 min lectură·
Mediu
maybe the years are to blame
the age when withered women keep telling her
she is still young
she has a kitchen and a pantry stuffed with spices
a wardrobe with lavender and soap between bed sheets
even a manicure case for rainy days
in her house the flowers she received as a gift
lose their perfume in about an hour
when loneliness nibbles with sharp teeth
pain strikes her head at once
like a rake upon which she stepped by mistake
but she can’t cry out
she stays upright with her front touching the wall
counting how many times she got drunk from bubble dreams
like champagne kept cold under a powerful cork
how many nightmares passed by like quicksilver
in the nights with hidden stars
enclosed afterwards in thermometers
kept in her bosom when she was feverish
she’s counting how many times the present
barks or bites like an old pug
with its tongue out
she travels her fingers upon past prints
covered with a pink watercolor film
she thinks about the future as if it were a collection
of tasteless candies pulling out teeth
she's the lady with a soft colored umbrella in summer
and a raven black one at funerals
027.711
0
Despre aceasta lucrare
- Tip
- Poezie
- Cuvinte
- 204
- Citire
- 2 min
- Versuri
- 28
- Actualizat
Cum sa citezi
Cristina-Monica Moldoveanu. “imperfect (self)portrait.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/cristina-monica-moldoveanu/poezie/14019722/imperfect-selfportraitComentarii (2)
Autentifica-te pentru a lasa un comentariu.