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Cristina del Canto Poetry Collection

I have rebuilt myself, like a burned down cathedral
keeping my stained glass windows
as a memory of who I once was

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Cristina del Canto Poetry Collection

  • Poetry
    • Remember Me?
    • Yellow
    • Caracas
    • Man of Jell-O
    • All these things traveling through me still don't bring me to you
    • Way of Sorrows
    • Banned
    • Forever Cathedral
    • 3,2,1,0
    • Morning Routine
    • Hugo Chávez Still Lives
    • Venezuela
    • I Could Have Really Forgotten You If We Had Never Met
    • Green Trails Days
    • Rafflesia Arnoldii
    • Lou's Blues
    • Snowmen in Windsor Park
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Banned

I’m an old dusty book
my vertebrae, the binding,
my skin, leather-bound
the cover, my lips, prude,
as a virgin, waiting-
for someone, to pry open,
and read.

For hundreds of years
I have sat on this shelf,
ostracized
tattered
banished
longing to feel the palm
of one’s hand graze my
aged surface,
and liberate me. 

Banned

I’m an old dusty book
my vertebrae, the binding,
my skin, leather-bound
the cover, my lips, prude,
as a virgin, waiting-
for someone, to pry open,
and read.

For hundreds of years
I have sat on this shelf,
ostracized
tattered
banished
longing to feel the palm
of one’s hand graze my
aged surface,
and liberate me. 

Forever Cathedral
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about 10 years ago

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