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voodoo
Poems
Sep 2023
asking someone you love about the weather
I never thought about love when I thought about home. never felt the pulse of it.
the sun kisses my side of the planet but never touches my skin. I try to twist the knife inside me,
write lines that gut and bleed
but not every lived moment draws pain and demands witness. not every morning
clothes itself in deep indigo and creeps in on lithe legs to sit on my chest. my breath
no longer entwines with yours — you with your feet on the ground,
rhymes and rhythms are all the same to you. you move like you know you belong,
like the very air around you
rushes to meet your limbs. and yours met mine with a reverberating heartbeat.
I tell you I never think about love when I think about home, but
to me there is no difference between going home and rushing across the state to you.
and when they start to pull apart, both moving in opposing orbits
your corner of the planet a stranger to my house,
I’ll call you, listen to your voice wax poetic about new love,
and in the silence that follows I’ll ask you,
“Is it cold there, too?”
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