Sake of Being

“Why do I write?”-  I ask myself.

I’m not even Oscar Wilde.

I’m in Ireland, I’m a queer and I write

But I’m not Oscar Wilde.

What else can a person do?

Go out, play rugby, eat cereal.

How boring can a life be without other people?

I feel, I absorb, I write.

You hear, you run, you hide.

Are we all we are?

Well, now that you got it

And I now you’ve got it…

Run! Faster as you can!

Tell her that you love her

And that you’ll never go away again.

Then you go, one more time

And as a liar you stay.

At least as something you always stays...

For the sake of being.

Bang!

Gabrielle Sarkis

03/08/17