This Was Once a Love Poem This was once a love poem, before time and constant wear left scars, before it grew whiskers and a permanent hunchback, triggering a series of cruel taunts by thick-knuckled troglodytes. It remembers wrapping itself in silks, wearing long, white gloves to fancy parties, applying rouge. Once ,it devoured an entire carrot cake, felt sublimely guilty, fed the remaining miniature sugar carrots to its cat. Once, it pretended to have reached an enlightened state, boasted in public forums, recanted by nightfall. It danced naked on rooftops and crowded streets. It was irrepresible then, this poem. No persistent arthritis to keep its swift paintbrush from imbuing glints of mischief on greenjays perched upon mesquite trees. The passion has not ebbed. Still it knows surrender. It has begun to loosen its grip upon that other poem. Yes. It is time to contemplate: A new niche. A place less balmy, one not thriving with flora & fauna. When a whisper of unrest grazes its cheek , it will capture it inside a clenched fist, crush it and swallow it, black wings and all. Julieta Corpus - 10 de Agosto del 2013
Posted on: Sat, 10 Aug 2013 20:27:07 +0000
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