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Nakota’s Life after a Czarnobyl
Contributed by
ina
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Saturday, 18th December 2004 @ 02:48:44 PM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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When I go outside I feel like the wind is laced with fat
I feel like I am being suffocated by the sun’s hot flashes,
so what I do,
so I go back inside where the shadows are
servants to (inside) my mind
have I told you about my wedding gown pillows?
Yes, they are now stained
with yellow stretch marks, really
I am too lazy to wash them.
In consequence I sleep with the smell of
failed raw-n-cold love dipping into my unconsciousness
and these pillows and these sheets make me feel like
I am never going to be clean, and
I am afraid of loosing my skin
when I roll around in my bed. Alone.
I am living in a house made out of coloring books
black lines gorge and white bubbles pop at my feet
and nothing is full and whole,
everything is empty,
the voice in my tub—
please, color in my heart,
or cut it out and drown it.
Sometimes, at night the space-sh*t lands in my kitchen and
takes me to see the rubber stars
there I free myself from the fog in my head,
there darkness is not a mirror,
it is a cave made out of fur, and comfort.
Next morning
outside
the wind smells like a dead deer,
and the pillows, the pillows are now dead too.
I bury the wedding gifts in my backyard
trying hard not to breathe the perpetual disease air.
The reflection in my breasts
shows that my hair is braided and I don’t know
who touched me when I took a nap.
I just don’t know.
I guess I love him I guess he was a poet
I guess I am still an artist I guess…
life is inside our heads.
When he died
at the factory in Czarnobyl
shot himself in the throat
his life exploding one cell at time
bending jerking leaving…me.
He spoke as his eyes wandered across the world,
across the heaven
he spoke to me
with a voice of a successful suicide
raspy and excited
he told me this, grabbing the veil off my head,
he whispered this to me, to Nakota:
“Bones and skin don’t last forever
my lunatic love for you will
as love gets older, Nakota
weakness will evaporate
through your pores
one day You will come alive
…and our love will breathe again.”
Copyright ©
ina
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2004-12-18 14:48:44]
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Re: Nakota’s Life after a Czarnobyl
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by One on
Saturday, 18th December 2004 @ 03:17:46 PM AEST
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this work is diamantiferous
I love it, this must have just rolled onto the paper
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Re: Nakota’s Life after a Czarnobyl
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Re: Nakota’s Life after a Czarnobyl
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Tuesday, 18th January 2005 @ 01:15:49 PM AEST
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