Painting by Andre de Freitas

I shall not think of you

as a lunar creature or forgive you

for being less than you are

from Monday to Sunday.

In a year or maybe less

you will be remembered

like a stupid mistake made

when I was trying to learn

a new language and my tongue

didn't obey my mind.

I may even laugh at your sleepy mouth

or weak French.

(how could you decipher me if you can't

even read in between my lines?)

I like to think you are dead

so if you aren't yet, you can die

as you please.

I can make a wonderful widow

in a black tube dress.

A hat with a veil would hide my guilty eyes.

I must say I am not sorry for anything.

I swapped you for an old edition of Kama Sutra

long before I could say goodbye to tolerance.

I really do not care if life runs over you

or if your irresponsive and irresponsible heart

stops beating.

People like you are mourned by darkness.

Karla Bardanza

Copyright©Karla Bardanza 2012

I watch your slow death                                    



cuddling your lies, burying


you every single day as


time flies.






I appreciate the moment


without any regret, vomiting


your words without despair,


especially those that catapulted


me into air.






And your invisibility is so tender,


I have to admit, it is almost


a splendor.






I watch you agonizing


and it tastes like poison


burning my soul, killing


the moon, blinding the


night and the afternoon.






I opened my hands, I emptied


my pockets, I know, I know.


I saw with my closed eyes.






I am watching your death


as I will watch your defeat


and it will be so sweet, so


sweet.






Karla Bardanza