The poem
My shadow said to me: what is the matter
Isn't the moon warm enough for you why do you need the blanket of another body
Whose kiss is moss
Around the picnic tables The bright pink hands held sandwiches crumbled by distance. Flies crawl over the sweet instant
You know what is in these blankets
The trees outside are bending with children shooting guns. Leave them alone. They are playing games of their own.
I give water, I give clean crusts
Aren't there enough words flowing in your veins to keep you going.
The title made NO sense or compatibility with the poem.
Yeah, the title does make sense...
The poem is about (at least this is what I got from it) someone taking a look at their own life and relationships; asking why do they need another person when just living by themselves is good enough...hence: The "Shadow" Voice...
what literary term would best describe this poem?