2021

Oh how I thought if I colour myself

a little more of the shade of blue 

perhaps I become likeable

I still do not carry the audacity

of having no raw smell 

that isn't tainted with a tough stain of remembrance or maybe memory 

and I beg the universe for a little too kind gift of forgetfulness

I find women in love quite stupid and funny

they always weigh themselves

against the burden of amnesia, 

Of how long it would be time

when no cramped lane ever

remind them of the closeness 

they once had

It is still long enough to realise 

that clothes that don't fit

can may become a fashion statement

but they will not shy away 

from hanging loose against bodies 

they are not made for

You see, no amount of metal

can make the touch of lips more lethal

than lips desired to fill a giant 

hole of intimacy.