The angel tongue of a man who does not love me anymore
The mincemeat is defrosting
tears in my eyes
Pot on the table
Voices in a farm kitchen
An argument
between a husband and wife
A brother who calls me
disabled and mental
Ja, you couldn't keep a man
if you tried
That and so many other voices
Was it substance abuse
Sherry in my pudding
The marigolds are lovely, take them
Schizophrenic, snarls the man-slut
His Jezebel wears her
Mona Lisa fake smile for me
cheap perfume
Is it my cheap perfume or hers
Voices
Hallucinations
Paranoia
Delusions of grandeur
No more love
Only the harvest of
golden-yellow sunflowers
Another summer on hold
Winter spent in high care
A lockup ward
in a mental institution
Babs never speaks to me
The mental basketcase
This word is used to
nullify me
Behave, he says, or the police
will be called
You will have a police escort
to your doom again
Nobody cares about my
Grinch life
Personal freedom
It tastes like ice cream
and flowing honey
Living like a recluse
I remember the men
How they came in numbers
In my twenties
But most of all I remember
the star signs and symbols
in a particular man's eyes
How they drooped in
the corners
How those corners crinkled
when he laughed or smiled
How he forgot about me
in a second
in a heartbeat
to grow old
to grow wise
to grow less sure of myself
to doubt my ego
how on this earth
in this world he left me
to remember his promise
Photo: Mathieu Stern
