The moment I sipped my coffee
the sky changed colour
creating unfamiliar shapes
The fish with a man’s face visited me again
In the cup
In the sky
In my head
It said nothing but switched
into a man with the face of a fish
that rushed into the river
I called vein,
soaking in my fluids and sucking
my breasts
Was this the end of it?
I wanted it to end
The man - the fish -the cup
stuck on my stomach,
draining, drilling
life
He
Not it
He
He
Stood before me,
flaming my liver and bones, and said:
“Drink your coffee! And don't wait up for me!”
MI, 2010
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I remember this one! you read it to us one day! See how powerful an image in a poem can be?
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