Mimi - Mona Poetry: In This Life, I Was A Rainbow Lorikeet Living Among Pigeons or, I Wasn’t A Drama Queen Until...

©In This Life, I Was A Rainbow Lorikeet Living Among Pigeons

or, I Wasn’t A Drama Queen Until...

Mimi Wolske

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It’s time to pick up all the pieces from

whatever that was that dropped like

air-to-ground missiles with only me

being pinged as their target last year;

to eradicate all those mistakes that

somehow found, collected, and pinned

me in their lost hearts display box;

to wean myself from love’s vernacular grip;

to discard the drama of the operatic aria

that earmarked me for center stage.

I didn’t lose the one I loved.

It was not like we were in a crowded room

and suddenly I was doing a solo on

stage with a bunch of naked musicians

and he wasn’t one of them and he

wasn’t backstage nor in the audience.

But, that’s how people say it when

the one they love just up and walks away—

Helpless, I watched my world disappear.

I lost all my air. Death was slow and painful.