The Idea Of You – IV

The idea to loop you in my head like Pythagoras’ theorem I never forget. Sting you with constant sarcasm because that’s what you get. Invite you to sleep-over and roll you in the sheets so you cannot move. Push you to the edge, make you topple from bed because I’m really mad. Watch you scream…

Game

Let us play an innocent game. I’ll start with calling you dumbo. You can call me any name. Send me texts. Ask me anything. I’ll read but won’t reply. Don’t ask why. Wish me birthday. Send me flowers. Then watch me online for hours. I can be busy, try to understand. Get offended but don’t…

Mutant

I carry sculptures of the lovers upon my lips. Like a looping song inside my head whose penultimate lines I cannot recall. Like writing on the wall. No one could mend me when they really tried. I changed when they opted to go and I let them. They thought I was cold like a serpent….

Discrete

I walk counting pebbles. I’m discrete so my shadow is not strangled. I’m not really a fan of locking eyes. When I do, I end-up locking horns. No one has the capacity to dismantle me. My own expectations are enough. I’m cursed for I see-through. I’m cursed for I say truth. I’m doomed for no…

Window

August 23rd. I see a mistress through my bedroom window. A limp architecture, garnished in sour grapes secret, lying beside the queen-size bed of her apartment. One hand little inside her underwear other on Mr. Mercedes sitting on her face. The faint sound of music from 80’s and smoke lifting from ashtray tells me she…