Desperation Of Memories Poem by Ana Podarevska

Protection hidden for protection
in the back of an old childhood toy.
Looking for a new direction
to hide the smell of sex and smoke.
All our secrets are safe with the cliches
of young love and hard drugs.
There are so many ways to waste our days,
and we have found them all.
What is normal supposed to be?
What do normal people usually see
when they look at me?
Do they even see me?


[December 12,2006]