A wave of somethings appeared out of nowhere Thoughts, recollections and some debris Some, questioning if my memory is true Others, smiling with kindness at me— but still unhappy at my worries That I didn’t create...
(On stage, she is sitting crouched, lamenting, wailing and cursing Death who is standing quietly, about five feet in front of her, with its back to her.) If you are so focused on not seeing me What is this urge in me...
And so this poem ends
Like my pedantic poems
Unlike your fantastic ones
When it comes to a woman
You are only what she accords you
Framed in her silence,
And if you are offended by this
Then you are not madly in crush with her
Fix this first.
How long are you going to smile a public smile when you see me Sweeping me out the door of your kindness and grace How long am I to go on feeling a private guilt when I see you Hoping one day you will see the chains you...
I know someone
Who craves for a touch of my hand
For the sound of my voice
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