Sunday, November 1, 2009

too late

Only people who have not fucked you already
pursue you.

They boil your worth.
Evaporating changed its form,
Despite becoming invisible vapour,
it is still your worth.

You forgot.
I didn’t.

As 30 years condense inside you,
Vagina walls collapse on themselves...

When no kegel can save you,

When insecurity becomes your closest companion
And infidelity walks in your shadow,

When you visit church for the first time in 12 adventurous years
and make very effort to sit near the pointing finger of blame
in a hope it becomes a flower.

Only then you realize that I have always been seeing you.

You are now ready, when there is no more fashion left in your lateness.

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