How curious.
I forgot where I was.
One forgets to turn with or against.
Behind raw iron icy bars,
I want to say all of this is true.
How long I yearned,
For the Lord of Death with icy breath.
Loitered beneath the gas lamps’ flare,
Like little painted figures on a screen
And still, to strive anew, we turn away.
I feel faint kisses creeping on my lips,
He, with his gentle hand,
His eyes were clear as crystals.
Together, away, we step
And to dreamworld pine away.
Sunday, April 5, 2020
Things I Didn’t Know I Loved
Things I Didn’t Know I Loved
Emulating Nazim Hikmet
By: Josephina Garza
It’s 2020 April 3rd
I feel my skin crawl and my walls move in,
I’ve been playing chess for 9...10..11
Maybe more days to come
I never understood how to shut myself away
I need fresh air
To
feel it across my arms and face
I need laughing
Children,
mother, father, fiancé
I need family
A
break spent shut away
I need home
A
warmer bed, with blankets piled high
And yet here I sit
Computer
propped open
Cursor
mocking me as I wait…
It can't really be that much longer
Can it?
The wait for kisses so rough
Laughs so full
Ideas so complicated
They
fill this little room and
Slip
out of open windows
Only for reality to set in…
I took for granted things grander than four
walls
I need wings
Something
yummy other than sandwiches
I need movies
Popcorn
and dark rooms with strangers
I need animals
A
dog...maybe a cat...hell I want a ferret
I need a tattoo
To
scratch the itch at the back of my leg
But again, I sit and wait it out
Held
captive by fear
Strangled
by news
It can't really be that much longer
Right?
My roommate watches as I wrestle
My roommate laughs as I whine
I fight against the itch
But
would it hurt to
Open
the door
To step outside and take a deep breath
I feel my skin crawl and my walls move in,
I’ve been playing chess for 12...13...14
Maybe more days to come
It’s 2020 April 4th now
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