Chandelier
- Rachele Gusella
- 4 nov 2022
- 2 minuten om te lezen
A poem by Rachele Gusella
I wake up this morning and Iāve understood that my body is a chandelier.
My body is a chandelier
I can light it up as I want
I can turn it on as I please
It guides you in the dark
All alone my body can show you the way
All alone my body can show me the way
To... to wherever I need to go
To... to wherever I need to be.
My body is a chandelier
Golden pale candle sticks
A very rare piece of crap
A very rare piece of art
An antique antiquity in the land of ashes
āWho offers moreā?
- ā50!ā
- ā50 for the gentleman with the hat!ā
- ā70 and a goat!ā
- āA goat ladies and gentlemen! 70 and a goat!ā
- ā80 stars and a very tight heartā
- āAggiudicato!ā
Sold.
My body is a chandelier
And I am on sale every day
Squeezing my legs
Gasping at the mirror
Dancing in the shower
I like to be seen
I donāt like to be stared
I am no exotic fruit
I am no exotic animal babe
Iām a classic tool
And a pretty weird piece of a lady
- Or girl?
Oh boy!
I wake up this morning and my body was a chandelier
Lovers always talk about stars
And here I am,
My body is old fashion electricity
An insecure light
That burns burns and burns
And here I am
My body is a saint
To worship
every night of Hanukkah
To fear
when the day will come
That
Iāll walk
alone
in the streets.
If my body could speak
It would be the worst of sluts
If my body could speak
It would show you the best of manners
Because either we are queens, either whores
Pets either dolls.
Hot stuff.
So I wake up this morning as a (fucking) chandelier
As the one grandpa used to hide
Old fashion electricity
Bursting into flames
I am on fire
In body and soul
I have chosen to be
a humble thunder storm.
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