Every Poem Is About Herself And... Poem by RIC BASTASA

every poem, she likes to think, is about herself,
and it is like a diary, that bares all
what she is
what she wants to be....

it is like she is dancing on the floor
while we watch
unbelieving that she can do such a thing...

she strips naked before our eyes
and we close our eyes

the baby fat, the broken bone, the hanging abdomen
the loose skin on the ribs,
the elongated breasts suffering through all the years

i ask her if she can put back her dress
she cries and then she leaves

i guess, that was her best poem ever written.
sad, and finally departing like the hands on the boat
on the economy class
leaving
looking for the land of promise
searching for happiness