Disappearance

I notice your disappearance

more than your appearance. I heard

the silence, it makes these ticking sounds

in my ear. Loud. Intrusive.

Silence can bleed too. I see it with

my third eye, it hurts to feel

everyone’s pain when I walk

into a party with my high heels

on and my studded pants. They

want to understand the poet

and why she is smiling. They want

to read between the drinks,

but they missed the hors d’oeuvres

busy predicting if it’s roast beef

or veal. Cranberry and vodka please.

Make it a double.

Hey, aren’t you so and so

I nod at eyes that stare.

I do not mind being alone,

actually who needs a man

at a time like this?

Who needs to check if he is

looking at everyone else

except you? Who needs a man

to walk into a room full of

strangers turned friends? I can glide

like a Superhero. Approach gently,

cautious smile.

Your disappearance makes me

comprehend why I stay married.

I like it that way.

My independence, my freedom,

my spirit coming back to me.

Three a.m. calls to my own husband.

I could be drunk, offensive,

obnoxious, poetic, aggressive,

down girl, he says.

I could come back as a regular wife,

I say. Hold on.

Now why would I ever want that? 

 

 

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8 comments

  1. megdekorne · February 15, 2016

    You are a super hero to me Chrissy …the raw power of your words able to pierce my beating heart ….love , megxxx

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  2. MBBlissett · February 15, 2016

    The stream of consciousness effect works really well here. Don’t fear spaces to let your work breathe and that last stanza/paragraph kicks like a mule. Good work.

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  3. MBBlissett · February 15, 2016

    The stream of consciousness effect works really well here. As a suggestion, that you’re free to ignore, don’t forget to allow for spaces to let the work breathe. The last paragraph is great, evocative and ambiguous in equal measure.

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    • Chrissy · February 16, 2016

      Thank you for reading, but I didn’t edit it. I don’t allow for spaces because I don’t breathe when I write. lol

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      • MBBlissett · February 16, 2016

        It was merely a suggestion. It’s very passionate and beguiling work Christina

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      • Chrissy · February 16, 2016

        thank so much. I appreciate it.

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  4. Chrissy · April 21, 2016

    Reblogged this on Christina Strigas .

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