lily stalk

love
like a good joke about death
is born
when a little girl hangs cherries on her ears
and her grandma feels a spasm in her heart

it hardly lights up like the fire
from memories
but some tobacco remains in the old cigar box
that no one ever cleans

love is bitter
like wheat porridge with too much sugar
like a sigh you cannot pull out
from flesh
not even with a needle

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Categories: My poems in 2013 | Tags: , , | 4 Comments

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4 thoughts on “lily stalk

  1. Beautiful!

  2. Love this poem, Cristina-Monica

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