#MONDAY POETRY# ’MARA

She visited me almost every night

And so I called her ’Mara

In my dreams she came,

To propose the logical; she said

To procure a solution to my long-littered problem,

That of chronic singleness

I asked her why,

Why her perplexities weren’t sufficient for her

She gave me some inkling into the troubled waters of her soul

It’s the turbulent shaking of love, she said

And it was only because her heart was reverberating,

With concerns for my emotional health

And so I proposed the illogical, it seemed

I was not afraid of walking home alone,

Or of being by myself

Rather, I was unaware of its complexities

And more wary of her venturi-like love

We put an end to our illusory discussion:

Maybe she was the illogical one, actually

Or maybe I was the one who needed a rude awakening

From the side effects of ketamine

’Mara came again last night,

This time, she sounded so urgent,

More willing to beat her thoughts into my ‘crazy’ head

She said I had to pack my bags and place them along-side hers

That her visit was up, and so were my fantasies.

More Poetry next Monday...comments are highly welcome.

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