Rasberry Swirl

I have a heart in my caffe latte
and I won’t sprinkle cinammon

or moka to savour the moment.

Picked the rasberry swirl as a metaphor

for my life. No one here knows who

I am and seriously though

I am no one they even care to meet.

And the gentleman across staring at my boobs

is enjoying the view.

I am in town of Mont Royal for two more days, and just when the barrista got to know my name, I have to run.

These studies prove that Montreal is so unique

and dying. I told my real estate agent

a few things and she quotes me now.

She is inviting me into her life.

I am the only one who

knows her photocopying code at the office.

I would have been a great secretary with my Virgo skills. She loves me too much because I showed her my scars. 

I had everything to lose

and I did it anyway. I could negotiate 

like a poet, and I will stay on the phone for forty-five minutes

discussing the realization

of my dream and her commission.

Bargain while my family sleeps

pace my balcony

and cry in secret

holding it all together

in stitches.

I am sitting here

observing time and people

wishing you would

walk through the sun

like a God

but the only thing

that time proves

is that you can’t go back.

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6 comments

  1. EDC Writing · July 20, 2016

    I’d love to sit across from you, and can’t promise as observation everything, but would try not to stare too long at your boobs …. another utterly consuming piece …

    Liked by 1 person

  2. megdekorne · July 21, 2016

    I love your metaphor Chrissy ….your honest heart , your verse , your courage , your beautiful creative self …. love , megxxx

    Liked by 2 people

    • Chrissy · July 21, 2016

      Love you too Meg & your beautiful sentiment. Always put a smile in my heart💜👯❤️

      Like

  3. The Power&The Glory · August 4, 2016

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