We were fools.
We owned the world
(only) in the twisted fantasies
of our own minds.
Once words and meanings
showed their true colors,
we had nothing
but the gaping empty truths
of our lying bodies
(ringless and bare necked).
And a story that trespassed beyond
soured dreams
pointing fingers
and feminism.
Letter to an imaginative thyroid gland
-
Dear Ms. Gland,
I hope this letter finds you in the
pink
of health
Or at least a few shades
closer to happiness
than you were
after our Monday meeting
that...
11 years ago
No one could have written this better ... its beyond beautiful ... its you!
ReplyDeletethanks... that means a lot to me! :)
ReplyDeletei love it until the last line... you lose the there and somehow the entire poem changes in my head in a way that i don't quite understand.
ReplyDeleteI Think what shruti means is no one can write in this way.. being equally subtle and in-your-face .. brilliant stuff :)
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