I was unaware of the spaces you had claimed
And now when I close my eyes to drink
my lips stay dry and I am the desert
I itch and swirl like all of its sand
and am almost recognizable
at the posts of dehydrated soldiers
who see me and swear they just seen
Kat from The Parish flicking her skirt
with eyes hollowed out to the ocean
I remember your rooftop dressed
in awnings and icicles and how
far away it is, too far away to be shade
and these ripped up t-shirts
tied to my feet are burning through your smell
The stars behind your head are sitting on my chest
You are Saguaro in silhouette. I claim my $5.
This might be the first time anyone’s ever called me tall. In a way.
5 dollars shipping.
This is a beautiful poem. Thank you.
you’re welcome! thank you for reading.
your stuff is also lovely and shouldn’t be called “stuff.” your art. I check back frequently.
Your use of imagery (ie: “stars behind your head”) is fantastic. Looking forward to new work.
Millie thank you! I really liked the sketch you posted a few days ago. Very toothy. 🙂
You’re welcome Britt! And thanks! 🙂
that last line is everything
Thanks Stacy! Boy’s got feelings.
Very good stuff, enjoyed coming across it