Zayra Yves: Music
Not Waiting
(Zayra Yves)
November 28, 2008
Zayra Yves
NOT WAITING
I am not waiting for the world to love me back.
Yeah, I know I have heard about that idiot compassion
and how not to love too much or be a burning saint.
It is true that skulls hang from roofs, bones dance
in the streets; people shoplift, beg and grow moss.
The news is crazy with itself. It foams at the mouth
wears the best clothes; is unrepentant for all the darkness.
It is rumored that the succulent and juicy are for sale
sort of like a fruit no one seems to get enough of.
And, even though everyone keeps saying this is IT,
the end of everything, the end of the world;
that we should scrape, bite and chain smoke…
somehow I believe that even a star killed by clichés
recovers its light in the blank void of somewhere.
It sort of reminds me of where I am going
even though I only vaguely remember that place,
sort of sovereign but unsolved and unnamed
like lips pressed to lips when we turn silent
to be near the scent of loving one another.
Maybe sometimes we just don’t know how to love
in the absence, in the moment, in return…
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