Barefoot selves

by Karla   Nov 19, 2014


Did i tell you i was his muse
for a year and a couple of cigarettes
and it was sweet and sour
to be my self,
to be his self.
(did i?)

he made me weak:
i could only be faithful to my poems
but he covered me with a kind of unexpected life.
everything was beyond me.

i never longed for the best in him.
he stained me with his words,
his poetics, his patriotism,
his communism, his beliefs
and perfect metre.

he broke me.he cut me.
i have been a caesura
since w/he died.
(whenever i forget who i am,
i reread those things i hate & adore.)

karla bardanza
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  • 9 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    I find this quite a deep poem about how a relationship can change someone. How you can feel connected to them, but at the same time disconnected with yourself.

    I like your use of his words staining you - really powerful way to show how much affect this person had on you with just his words.

    I also love this unique line:
    i have been a caesura
    since w/he died.

    Especially like the way you put we and he together as if it is the same thing.

    I appreciated the honesty within this poem.
    The person made you weak- where you felt in control of nothing, except your poetry and writing.

    I also like your title choice, stripping the characters back to who they really are underneath.
    Nice work.

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