MY NAME

I juggled with love.
A joker lost in desire
waiting for some action.
Sameness all the time.

I ate many lips.
A cannibal ready to
attack skins
as the night collapses.

I juggled with love.
Each victim has something
to remember: a love song,
a poem, a ride into the unknown.

But I am the bait now.
He plays with my heart,
he devours my powerlessness.
I am a just a stupid fool in this

sordid game and he... and he...

well...yesterday when we were

in bed, he forgot my name.

Karla Bardanza