there we sat
consuming the same air
we cracked open our barriers
and funneled old familiarity into each other
to stifle the violent silence.
a look I once knew as home
is now something new to discover
and though we rest in different beds
I acknowledge the walk we took together
to become who we are
feeding off shared experience.
we split apart and
snapped our vessels
so that we can cultivate
our own lives.
and that is fine with me.
attach yourself to the sticky surface of the water
where we once stood to warm our feet
let it be a net and not an anchor
let us arrange the slides
the photographs of our new journeys apart
so that we may present them
in a solitary room
plush air and humming static
and feel proud
in place of discomfort.
we shared time and carved trails
to hoist ourselves into
the skin of who we ought to be
and I thank you.
as ink steps over
from pen to page
my window shows the path
no more than
a few dust
to the west
and i’m free
from your hands
as i pack my bags
flip through my
every precious thought
in between lines and
i could never leave it behind
and in every word
i have hidden all of you
i could never leave my words behind
no matter if i cross state lines
into valleys or crags or
mountains covered in pines
you are a part of me
that i can never let go
One of my favorites of yours
you committed the time to rework every emotion i have
to spoon compassion into the dehydrated cracks of my linework
to shake the tunnel of your throat and produce sounds
that lower the ragged edges on my skin
and coax light into my eyes
to see the world like glass
reflecting every piece of matter
in a visceral showcase.
the breath of another living entity
soaks its energy into my hands
to tie strange shapes into vessels
that gives body to shapeless thought.
confirming you’re there
i release tension from every nerve in my hand
to rest onto your back
and glide over the dip that found its way closest to your spine
the parent to your fluid nerves
that taught you to stretch your body
as tall as skyscrapers
while acknowledging the fertile garden
your foundation is planted into.
i break my tension and fall into
the dip of your back
to reconfigure my foundation
the last thing she saw was a radiant light
it was beautiful and jarring
and it was met by a noise
that bellowed throughout every vein she had
she examined every stimuli
and balanced ash on her fingers
and thought of her mother’s smile
and tasted iron in the air.
her body did not feel the same
she did not feel small anymore
the outline of her frame shattered
all familiarity with her limbs spilled onto the ground.
her eyes lost color
she thought she was dreaming
and that snowflakes fell into her eyes
which was why she felt cold
she dreamed of clocks dropped into honey
she felt time was stuck
and that she was in control
and was bending her reality
she saw a tall and dark man
and she thought it was a god
who blessed her with these powers
and asked why
suddenly, she felt as if she were melting
and her eyes became singed
so she undressed herself from her skin and bones
and followed a radiant light in the sky
so she could see her mother’s smile.
"I wrote this as a response to the Gaza raids and the intolerable action of taking a child’s life for the purpose of some sort of religious war. I wanted to capture the innocence of every child lost and how these children cannot grasp the initiative and execution of this mindless slaughter. I keep the suffering families in my heart and wish to see the end to this dark time"