My Pretender

[Chava]

My Pretender

I’ve been disturbed.
My existence set in perspective
My person shredded
Furious for being so devastated.
Completely destroyed,
Even my knees are weary.
I’ve lost my pretender.

Exhausted by trivialities
Which exceed each other in importance
My mind troubled and screaming in bedlam
Relieve me!
I can’t be,
It can’t be,
But I’ve lost my pretender.

The sheer impossibility,
Assurance of his merely being delayed by arrival
The queer silence of the place
It’s a misunderstanding!
That can’t be his little feet,
And his peaceful expression
My Pretender.