You Turn
This is my place in the world now. Where your face is not. This is my place now.
I’ve elbow room in your absence, I can move and spar, I can swing my arms so they feel wind, I can see across this space you’ve hollowed, a valley between what was and what is not.
Hock up my voice and let it splatter.
Loosely, variously bright and woven thick, a walkin meatlocker is the night. As if on skates variously frozen and fleet I make it past what passes for time.
Around your absence I am doubled, helixed, always up before it’s light.
I breathe in the memory of your face.
Wrapped in its missing, I’ve made land.
I’ve elbow room in your absence, I can move and spar, I can swing my arms so they feel wind, I can see across this space you’ve hollowed, a valley between what was and what is not.
Hock up my voice and let it splatter.
Loosely, variously bright and woven thick, a walkin meatlocker is the night. As if on skates variously frozen and fleet I make it past what passes for time.
Around your absence I am doubled, helixed, always up before it’s light.
I breathe in the memory of your face.
Wrapped in its missing, I’ve made land.
posted by J. Neptune at 6:15 AM
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