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Boaz Priestly
Poems
Jan 2023
grief in my bones
the grief that has grown roots
in my stomach winds its way
up behind my ribs with the
intention to bruise,
and lodges in my throat
fifteen years later,
and i still can’t say your
name out loud
so i cry into shaking hands,
instead, one over my face,
the other balled into a fist
that i bite down on
under the light of a cold
moon that is closer than you
are to me, i sob out all
the breath in my lungs
and it’s been so long,
my old friend,
that i can’t remember what i
said the last time i saw you
but i wish i had said more,
sat beside you a little longer,
lingered under your smile
like it was the sun after
so long in the rain
i wish you could see
what i’ve made of myself,
the tattoo on my right shoulder
i gripped so hard while tears
soaked into my pillowcase
and when you’re still gone
in the morning, gone where i
still can’t follow to the clearing at
the end of the path
i’ll brush myself off and
continue on,
until we meet again,
my old friend
Written by
Boaz Priestly
27/Transgender Male
(27/Transgender Male)
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