I've written a lot lately, but I am really working on learning to edit, so this is the only one ready so far. More to come!
Rocking Back and Forth
If I had any tears
I would share them with the moon
and you
you are the shadow behind me
caressing my movements with ease
like wine glasses
dripping from my head
slowly at first, until dust pours out of
you and I
dropping quietly
like stilettos across ceiling
a scattering of sounds
above this night’s conversation
where all I hear
is the glow of scarlet liquor
under the sink
where my shadow curls up
spouting blackened sand
from its mouth
rocking back and forth
holding your hand, whispering
but I cannot speak
You are a moon
I split down the middle and sew back together
You spiral with my shadow
and I envelope the moon,
I hang upside down
like a spork on the wall
with its numbers clinking backwards
counting to a place I don’t recognize inhaling tears.
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