I am dead serious.
You told me I was wrong
to all my rights
as I stared at tombstones
read ancient Greek adages
rolled in limousines
to graveyards and churches
but funerals are exactly like weddings
do not fool yourself
death and love
are interchangeable.
Wear black for white
white for black
only my mom is left now.
Coffin upon coffin of years
scan pictures to lost villages
escape time with movie star poses
kiss strangers into friends.
Drink shots of Metaxa and Greek coffee
for six days straight
and still the pain is not numb
it is all a farce
this life.
Our bodies cold
with painted lips and
pretty dresses
or suits
to make a new home
stare at endings
make new beginnings.
late night philosophical quests
of broken dreams
unedited manuscripts.
Always doing what we could
to be understood
but all I want to do
is be
misunderstood.
Bury me with…
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Christina Strigas 