Electricity

by Christos Polydorou

2017-04-17 16.05.33
If it was love, then
why was the world upside down,
why was Atlas drunk
why was the universe’s crown…

If it was love, then
why did it feel like despair
why did I wish
to tear out all my hair

whenever you were there
as opposed to not there?
Living together
with someone you love

can kill
love, like
a
gun

shot
to the shin,
that is not healed,
and the shot, is left,

to bleed dry. Living together
bled our love dry.
Ask me why
I write these poems.

Why I come back to the wounds.
To disinfect them, my old love, so old, so very, very old…

With electricity.

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