A Girl On The Stairs Who Was Not There
I thought you were a god –
a diamond on every angle, giving me a face
and light;
clean and correct
and valid and permanent.
I thought with ticks and boxes
and fought, exhausted, when
I stained the hue
brought in from your boot,
and felt the grooves
walk down my throat.
I bloated myself up with ghosts
and they passed through,
falling on my lips -but-
Oh repugnant choice,
I did not think at all;
I sat as a lap of wax
and the hackneyed x-ray
slept silently in the gluey seas
when such a head was celebrated!
Cold meat and clay and heresay -
a fascist and a birth mark.
Aplomb?
I was never
And never will.
And I just teeter
until.
Ann Foxglove
Tue 16th Mar 2010 19:53
I like this too, especially the first two verses - "I thought you were a god – a diamond on every angle, giving me a face and light;" is wonderful. xx