Satellites

Christina Strigas

I arrived late to the party

waited two and a half hours

for a man to never show up.

The music was lame so I made

my way over to the DJ. His name

was Dany and we hit it off.

I remembered him from

a rave in Old Montreal when

I danced all night with strangers.

People remember me more

and stop me for being outrageous

but I am not a DJ, I tell them.

I am a teacher. A nod of the head

and I am labelled.

You don’t look like a teacher.

You don’t look like a human. 

No one seems to get my humor.

Sometimes not even myself.

This is what being lonely means.

One line sentences that turn

into a poem or a seed

for tomorrow’s poem.

I was supposed to write about

satellites, but it seems

I cannot stop writing about

how you are…

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4 comments

  1. Lively Life · May 18, 2016

    ooooo i like i like i like!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. clinock · May 19, 2016

    You are not alone in all this Chrissy, I hope you know that…your work is beautiful…

    Liked by 1 person

    • Chrissy · May 19, 2016

      so grateful for your lovely words, have a beautiful day x

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