I get this feeling
and anything can happen
because i only have 15 minutes
to say what is not sayable and is stuck
between my south and north.
it is a silly betrayal
of my own self,
it is absolute and motionless
and i am here:
strange, mad, almost
resilient as i reject
every inch of myself
because i feel like flying,
i feel like opening the window.
i don't know this colorless place,
this angry people, this odd life
and i did this before,
before i could adapt and
get exhausted.
this time,
this time,
it will be fast different beautiful.
it would be lovely to be healed
but i only have 15 minutes
and it is over.
karla bardanza
http://karlabardanzapoems.blogspot.com
http://skycladatmidnight.tumblr.com
http://poeticpostcards.blogspot.com
