the words don't need my perplexity anymore
and it is hard for me to admit my incredulity.

yesterday i said i couldn't
and you replied "ok"
as if you could see beyond
my dead inspirational grammar and hopeless muse:
she - the one who aborted me
after a couple of unformed poems
and silent plosives.
yes, she wants images, not words.

i am covered with distrust and sorrow
but look at me,
i can only ask for a handkerchief.

karla bardanza

Copyright©Karla Bardanza 2015 Photobucket

No comments:

Post a Comment