The Interior Castle
Nights are lonely,
days too
The light
The light
All this light
The curtains
The big screen television
The plate
The cup
The knife
The fork
They're lonely
They talk about Gaza
less and less these days
It's quietened down
The question is rather about Trump,
and does he have
a chemical imbalance
Grief,
well, grief comes to me in waves,
with fanfare and declaration
If I say
that I will
remember you
Will you
remember
me too?
What is this grief?
What is this sadness?
Let me sit beside the sea
and count the waves
Let me sit here
and remember your face
in my hands, or as you
turned towards me,
your hand in mine
as you confessed
that your heart loved me,
as you proclaimed that I was beautiful,
as we regained hopefulness
that we had found each other again
in the wilderness
of the lost years
Even now I find
novel meaning in your absence,
You left me with the strength,
a power and will
to carry on
I want to tell you that
with my whole heart
You're not here
You're not here now,
anymore
Yet you're alive for another woman
Grief in my heart
biting at me like a rat
cutting at me like a knife
Stay there in the wilderness,
make a home there
Marry another
Marry the woman in your life
Make her your wife
She'll call you husband
as I lay in this bed,
this ward,
this hospital
As a city, Gaza,
is under siege,
as children die like flies
I remember the
chocolate bar I gave you
The one the magistrate gave to me
You were beautiful to me,
kind to me
I called you “Husband”
Yes, I did
I did
Now I write these sad poems
to reach you
Do you finally understand
who I am as a woman?
It's come much too late
Your understanding of me
All I have is the flowers in your eyes
This grief and melancholia,
this daylight,
the smell of the meat burning in the pot
Well, they all taste like tears to me.
days too
The light
The light
All this light
The curtains
The big screen television
The plate
The cup
The knife
The fork
They're lonely
They talk about Gaza
less and less these days
It's quietened down
The question is rather about Trump,
and does he have
a chemical imbalance
Grief,
well, grief comes to me in waves,
with fanfare and declaration
If I say
that I will
remember you
Will you
remember
me too?
What is this grief?
What is this sadness?
Let me sit beside the sea
and count the waves
Let me sit here
and remember your face
in my hands, or as you
turned towards me,
your hand in mine
as you confessed
that your heart loved me,
as you proclaimed that I was beautiful,
as we regained hopefulness
that we had found each other again
in the wilderness
of the lost years
Even now I find
novel meaning in your absence,
You left me with the strength,
a power and will
to carry on
I want to tell you that
with my whole heart
You're not here
You're not here now,
anymore
Yet you're alive for another woman
Grief in my heart
biting at me like a rat
cutting at me like a knife
Stay there in the wilderness,
make a home there
Marry another
Marry the woman in your life
Make her your wife
She'll call you husband
as I lay in this bed,
this ward,
this hospital
As a city, Gaza,
is under siege,
as children die like flies
I remember the
chocolate bar I gave you
The one the magistrate gave to me
You were beautiful to me,
kind to me
I called you “Husband”
Yes, I did
I did
Now I write these sad poems
to reach you
Do you finally understand
who I am as a woman?
It's come much too late
Your understanding of me
All I have is the flowers in your eyes
This grief and melancholia,
this daylight,
the smell of the meat burning in the pot
Well, they all taste like tears to me.