Friday, November 5, 2010

I have learned to leave the window open ~ Livia Dragomir

Every night a word sneaks in,
I catch it by the door,shake the water off
And throw it in the washing basket.

My clothes no longer smell of meadow
They stink of ink and I disrobe
Wearing nothing I make obscene gestures to the sky.
What am I to do with other people's words?

The sun sticks it's tongue out and my breast is itching
I rub my skin with paper and I scream in pain,
The window will open by itself tomorrow.

1 comment:

Gordon Mason said...

Powerful poem but with softness to it as well. Good mix.