YOUR COMMANDS
Cataloguing every offense is
like saying
you'll exist forever
indelibly
in my cerebellum or cerebral cortex
and only an aneurism will
spew you forth.
When you say:___________
harsh
barked sterile commands
without
PLEASE
or
THANK-YOU
My servile non-tallying mind
is adding it all up.
When your wavering gaze
won't hold
my steady introspection
I want to break loose
from where words
won't fly
into the empty space
between us,
where you have left me,
staring at your blue poplin shirt
Ironed,
pressed by my
unmanicured hands,
the shirt lays lifeless and small
as I gaze
at my pixellated
body
in your wall of mirrors
Your iron:
a small cauldron of heat
is insufficient
as you look away
I am aware that
I have shed all
the saline I could
And as I gaze
at the sky
your absence,
as you left me behind
on the curb,
Has set me free.
---Blanca Asiatic
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This is really good Brittalicious ... the iron and the shirt imagery absolutely nail it. Have you had the chance to bow to Billy Collins lately? Me neither ; ) ~Perrylicious
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