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I do not know
what you truly think
of me
or of all my dead lovers.
Once they kissed my skin
wrapped me up in denim
cheap corner motels
backseat heaven
kissed them in closets
on gurnies, trust me
you would not care
how I wore my black phase
through my blue one,
how my breasts and legs
led me through lines
free cocktails, drugs,
rides, vip sections,
limos, rock stars.
He said “you are art”
and never read my verse,
but he lived in some kind
of utopia
and locked me out.
I wandered up and down Brooklyn
Bridge, examining initials.
In and out of phone booths
with quarters in my pocket
and collect calls on my mind.
“You are my art” he explained
but I never wanted my dark hair
spread on his sofa
so he could paint me
in various naked poses,
“no,” I said,
“I like to go to art galleries
and not recognize the muse.”
He always shrugged at my nonchalant ways
and messy handwriting, aloofness,
but I never laughed at his art.
Now he changed his name
and prefers blondes
who are not poets.
Comments:
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The emotion you create with your verse Chrissy , stops my heart until I read to the end and I can breath again …breath again out of the sheer raw beauty of your wandering up and down Brooklyn Bridge wondering of love past ….gorgeous poetess ! Love and blessings , megxxx
I was never even there Chrissy but felt like we passed each other walking as you searched for those coins in your pocket …<3
You. are. Fucking. Brilliant.
..and you make me drop Fbombs on your comment section.
This is beautiful! love.
Love the FBombs! Drop them all you want. Makes my second glass of wine taste bettee lol x
You’re so awesome, Poetess. I love reading your work.
Damn that was good. You write with power and emotion. I saw you on the BB. Amazing. And your words are true. Fuck what he thinks of your dead lovers or your past. These things are now a part of you just like your writing. Chrissy, you write from the heart and you never disappoint.
You write too powerfully. I haven’t crossed the BB in ages. I loved to walk across the bridge on warm summer days.
❤️☕️
Reblogged this on Deuxiemepeau- Picturing Poetry by D. B. Donnelly and commented:
Its Sunday Reblog again. I’ve been busy moving to Paris from Amsterdam (via London, Paris before and originally Dublin) and settling in for the past few months but now its the Christmas season and the time for giving and I wanted to share one of Christina’s poems today as she always captures me with her honesty and bare naked truth. This is a beautiful piece and I hope you enjoy it…
Merci beaucoup mon ami. Xx
Reblogged this on Christina Strigas and commented:
sometimes you have to accept that people change more than you