Tears

[miyako73]

There are moments
When I tear something;
There are days
When I tear everything.


I have torn blankets,
Scented pillows,
Bed covers that remind me
Of stains and my sins.


I have torn new shirts,
Expensive pants,
Cardigans I have not worn
In many winters.


I have torn books,
Notes and diaries,
Papers and folded napkins
Filled with unfinished poetry.


I have torn sachets,
Bathroom bottles,
Perfume labels that say
Plum and lavender.


I have torn cereal boxes,
Stickers on coffee jars,
Garbage bags in many colors
To get rid of dirty memories.


I have torn crochets,
Slipcovers,
Brocade curtains,
Carpets hiding traces of my feet.


I have torn plastic bins,
Insulating foams,
Reminders on walls
About parking and silence.


I have torn blades of lemongrass,
Tomato leaves,
Red and white petals
Because bees are stubborn.


Today I want to tear my scalp,
My pale skin,
My palms,
My cold soles.



Miyako

(c) 2/3/2014