To Eileen: The Rest Of Story Poem by Atef Ayadi

To Eileen: The Rest Of Story



I am a kind
of folk...
who is attracted to magnetic creatures,
and avoid the electric charged creatures
-I mean the 120 to 12000 volts type of people.-


Do you see the picture?
or
still
you are not in the he right or left mood?
or you are just highly charged?

Is there
Any
concern?

While I live in the present,
You live in the far past
-''Is'' is was and ''Are'' is were, this is has been your choice, I can not change that.-

While you are always debating
about the chicago spices
or chico spices
hesus,
jesus,
Korean,
malisian,
californian, native, Hawaiian, and the damn cold north

spices.
.

sub
after sub
subberb
after
subberben.


this let me
feel,

where you grew up,
how you grew up,
and

where the hell you come from?

I start to feel
your past
your
''environmental issues''
''woman'' issues
your ''chico american, irish, spanish
fantasm'' issues
and how all of this
start to
exist.
and how you get stuck in the past.


so what?
it happens and still happens and will happen in good families.

so what?



you are
lost in the past as usual.

the past is part of your clothes and skin.


you saw me
and
you were burned by sun's salt.

was it my mistake?

yes!
a part of it or all of it!
what is the difference?

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