Solitary Things

You are the queen of solitary things:
the quiet candle light that sulks at night,
the emptiness that autumn rain brings,
a lover’s heart with an unspoken fear
of making something worthless much too dear,
a morning with no reason but to rise
to loner coffee cups, without a cheer,
the hurt of keeping love as disguise
when you just move along and pass me by…
raising a hand to give pity “hellos.”
So I walk on alone and I deny
with a gesture what, inside of me, grows,
the further you walk, the more that I feel
the sore of solitude that
will not disappear.

Yulema  Lecta

October 14, 2009

 

From “Confessional -2: X-Large”

You should try to pull yourself
together in my clothes.
You should try an Xtra large
and fall in love with a skinny girl:
a pretty, petite, skinny girl.

Now pretend you cannot see her
because one thing’s for sure:
You might be big
but she can’t see You.

She turns and looks elsewhere.
But that’s no excuse,
be conscious
and dress your self:
drop the neckline a few centimeters
clad your neckline in metal,
find “a memorable fragrance.”

And still,
remain transparent
despite your thick thighs
and breasts’ generous portions
despite the staggering smell
of oil and jasmine,
the eyeliner
and porno-pink lipstick.
Despite the fact
that your body,
without fact or reason
reacts to her presence.

At least once,
you should try it…
Girl, just wear it.

Yulema Lecta

October  14, 2009