Zayra Yves, Poet

Unfinished & Untangled
by Zayra Yves (copyright 2008)

I want to be unfinished. I like myself this way.
I like the sound of my voice speaking from a lopsided heart
like a mystic song played softly in the early mornings
off the fisherman's coast
or maybe like some melancholy drama
carving its name into a wall -
whatever it is, this is the moment I want to be.
I want to be ineffable sweetness
untangled and unraveled and written by a poet
smooth as a wish that floats off the page
and kisses you in public (right here in front of everyone)
and crowns you with love and throws flowers at you
I just want to be the old habits that fall away
I want to be like the garments of pain
that have been worn for too long -
they are ragged from wandering in the night
they are torn from ghosts
so they fall away.
They can't cling to who I am anymore.
After all those years of waiting, after all those tears
after all that judgment, all that criticism,
and all that finger pointing
and the loneliness (god the loneliness)
I just want to be unfinished, untamed and untangled.
I want to sway dance and move through the world
marvelously naked.

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