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written by: Adriana Morgan
Silence! I said.
But she kept talking
about her problems, her hopes...
I couldn't care less for her low self-esteem
or for that pigeon that got crushed by a car
and for his partner, perched on a lamp post nearby,
waiting for hours for him to come back
Silence! I cried,
since I couldn't care less for her fear of dark,
her fear of cancer,
and her fear that I will dump her
one day, like any other day,
“I'm out to buy cigarettes,”
and never coming back.
Silence! I said,
my voice steady and firm,
avoiding her eyes,
emerald green, sparkling in tears.
No, I didn't want children with her,
nor family, nor marriage, nor future...
I didn't want to kiss her goodnight,
nor to hug her when coming home from work.
I needed space.
Lots of silence.
But her voice battered my body
like a watermill:
I couldn't suffer its beat anymore,
so I flushed it away with my fears.
“Silence,” I said,
and I molded her into a poem,
asymmetric and disharmonious as her crying.
All her laments and cries of despair—
one by one,
into the fragile luster
of a decadent poem.
I turned her tears into stanza breaks;
her sobs and sighs
became commas and full stops.
Silence, I whispered;
and I carved her into this poem,
and sent her back to the world,
surrendering to the silence swallowing me,
reminding me how lonely I am.