I have soft spots
for broken things
broken people.
My finger
teeters around their wounds
sometimes the wounds
they tell tales
and sometimes
the wounds
they swallow my finger
whole.
– Meysa Addeh
Toying with 26 letters
I have soft spots
for broken things
broken people.
My finger
teeters around their wounds
sometimes the wounds
they tell tales
and sometimes
the wounds
they swallow my finger
whole.
– Meysa Addeh
Like flirting with a cigarette, studying it
teasing it between these slender fingers.
Turning it this way
that way
and putting it out after one
measly puff.
You know,
before the cancer seeps in
like that.
– Meysa Addeh
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things.