Poetry by Andrea Lambert : A Waiting Lament

A Waiting Lament

I haven’t slept in days
To stay accessible.
Agreeable.
Dressed in normal clothes.
Ready to answer the door.
Unlock things as needed.
Cooperate.

Not conjuring Hecate and Dionysus
In a circle of crystals and cards.
Or in a medicated sleep
of death
For twenty hours.
Or exorcist crab-walking
Drenched in coconut oil
To touch each door of the house
With my bare foot.

I am not a real person with real problems.
I am an emaciated glamour phantasm.
Reclusive enough to be imaginary.
With hair the color of the moon.
I live scarcely tolerated
At the fringes of society.
I don’t matter.
I am hardly even real.
I am hardly even alive.  


Andrea Lambert is a queer writer, artist and filmmaker with Schizoaffective Disorder. She lives in Nevada with her four cats. Site: andreaklambert.com

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David writes poetry, short stories, and writings that'll make you think or laugh, provoking you to examine images in your mind. To submit poetry, photography, art, please send to feversofthemind@gmail.com. Twitter: @davidLOnan1 + @feversof Facebook: DavidLONan1

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