If A People Would Breathe The Weird Scented Air Poem by Karmen Vidmar

You turn behind him with a careful look
like october sun that cuts off with a rays
you will say for yourself that sometimes
You feel like Joan of Arc
as if it was for a moment possible
you will say for yourself that sometimes
you feel like a child to whom they take
his favorite little toy
lock her in the closet
wake up untouchability
after that you drink too much you break
to overcome the fear that seems to you
as an ominous shadow

You think a lot about a loved one
when you lose your word you become weak
this time inside
you calm down the silence that floats
as if you hold it in your hands
It looks so charming and perfect
but you make a mistake
You want to change her shape
cut off her of the body
to erase it from a memory discard both
and this silence becomes so heavy
don't let it go into the world