The Signifier Is Arbitrary - Poem by Sarah Eve
I’ve lived a good years more
Than my face would ever such a story tell
I’ve hungered and I’ve rummaged
And I’ve begged in tattered lines
Clung to the dress of time
The homelessness of heart.
Though I’ve been physically over-sheltered
I’ve an anorexic soul.
Without a knot to sturdy myself upon
A stranger’s pierce of vision
Like sour wine
“This little girl…what could she have to say? ”
What must I pay
to make you believe my strength of spirit?
My fire is not extinct,
The symbolic reflections of my physicality betray me
They defy my inner mentality
Let me just say
“the signifier is arbitrary”
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