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December 4, 2015

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. 

 

Christina Strigas

Comments:

12

  1. megdekorne says:

    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

  2. megdekorne says:

    I was never even there Chrissy but felt like we passed each other walking as you searched for those coins in your pocket …<3

  3. Eric says:

    You. are. Fucking. Brilliant.
    ..and you make me drop Fbombs on your comment section.
    This is beautiful! love.

    1. Chrissy says:

      Love the FBombs! Drop them all you want. Makes my second glass of wine taste bettee lol x

      1. Eric says:

        You’re so awesome, Poetess. I love reading your work.

  4. 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.

  5. You write too powerfully. I haven’t crossed the BB in ages. I loved to walk across the bridge on warm summer days.

  6. deuxiemepeau says:

    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…

  7. Chrissy says:

    Merci beaucoup mon ami. Xx

  8. Chrissy says:

    Reblogged this on Christina Strigas and commented:

    sometimes you have to accept that people change more than you

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