Monday, April 24, 2006

How to disappear completely

You wish there was nothing
but paradise
in the holes of the earth,
open doors all around.
Instead, the hollow soul
of the pavement calls: hurry,
hurry up, before you are swallowed.
You are ashamed because
you do not know if it is just sadness
that makes the sewer drains seem bigger.

And there are burn holes
in the living room carpet:
your father’s discarded cigarettes.
Holes in the sinks.
The bathroom mirror is a hole too.
When you look in, teeth
stare back. Behind this,
more bruised mirrors.

When you turn the lights off
your body becomes a hole
in the darkness. You are almost
not there.

And when you sleep,
you dream you are a door
becoming a hole, fist-sized,
big enough to let
anything in.

© 2006 Christine Klocek-Lim


Pat Paulk said...

"...paradise in the holes of the earth" Love it!!! Wa are so surrounded by holes!!

Christine Klocek-Lim said...

Pat, yes, that's exactly how I feel (despite the somber tone of this poem). Thanks.

Eric said...

"your body becomes a hole in the dakrness. You are almost not there." . . . excellent.

Christine Klocek-Lim said...

Eric, thanks so much.

J. Andrew Lockhart said...

I love the way you said this --- I'll think abou tit tonight --- :)

Christine Klocek-Lim said...

Andrew, thanks. :-)

sangeet said...

Very evocative Christine!


Christine Klocek-Lim said...

Sangeet, thank you!

Janet said...

I don't know how you think this stuff up. ;) It's like you're talking right to me. Really good.

Christine Klocek-Lim said...

Janet, thank you. It means a lot to me that you'd say that.

Nick Zegarac said...

A very sad tragic and lonely piece - perfectly encapsulates the darkened recesses of depressive thought.

Christine Klocek-Lim said...

Nick, yes, you've interpreted it exactly as I'd hoped a reader would. Thank you for that.