Sarcasmic EncountersA Poem by Marie Anzalonemeditation for homework assignment on the theme of sarcasm for Casa los AltosYou said, love; I said, ok, I’ll try you on. I took my clothes off and climbed into your trust like a dancer who forgot her future; a psychic who cannot read a program. it was beneath notice at first- a critique of my hair, hands, desires; later, an oppression of expression. A hypocrisy of thematic proportions. you finally admitted, it was never love; but I was already pinned by your weight when you promised at least a great time. When you started to ridicule my intimacy, I at least realized the supreme irony. You bought me a bridge to heaven with fool’s gold- all that you gave to me in all those nights I dedicated to you was a big, wet, agitated, and shouted sarcasm. © 2020 Marie Anzalone |
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1 Review Added on January 23, 2020 Last Updated on January 23, 2020 AuthorMarie AnzaloneXecaracoj, Quetzaltenango, GuatemalaAboutBilingual (English and Spanish) poet, essayist, novelist, grant writer, editor, and technical writer working in Central America. "A poet's work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to ta.. more..Writing
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