Sleeping awake

Hardly ate or slept for days

living in four walls

under isolation

and no moderation

as you still grab my legs

from a distance.

Stir the pot with love

chop onions and carrots

to obscure the lies

cry from interior melodies

that no one hears.

Obstruct walls around so I can

run again

I win marathons

Mont Royal is my haven.

I bend the truth

into the winding staircase

at Metropolis. Loud music

ass grabbing, sex in the

bathroom, driving in the car,

still feeling alone. Nothing

crashes into my soul

like you do.

No one can touch the

same buttons

as you do.

I lack sleep and words,

comforted by my darkness

as I stare at the walls

wondering why I

cannot run faster.

I’m not really awake

it is me pretending to

be done with you

but I never am.

It can never end

only begin


Every time.

I keep on telling you more

so you can see

the way

freedom is just

a word.

jim morrison

By Christina Strigas

Christina Strigas is a Canadian poet, raised by Greek immigrants, and has written three poetry books. Her latest, Love & Vodka, has been featured by CBC Books in, “Your Ultimate Canadian Poetry List: 68 Poetry Collections Recommended by you.”
LOVE & METAXA, her fourth poetry book is coming out May 25, 2021.
In her spare time, Christina enjoys foreign cinema, reading the classics, and cooking traditional Greek recipes that have been handed down from her grandmother.

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