i.
effervescent across
sunsets,
my body
is the canvas where
his hands
create landmarks.
ii.
he can hear the way my breath hitches,
builds hurricane behind tongue,
i am a child again telling him
that i am afraid of storms.
my body curls against his, finding shelter
within his warmth.
embracing my quivering body, he tells me
that he is sorry for not listening
to the tornado sirens
iii.
he teaches me
that beneath his bedsheets
we find sparks in lines
drawn between chest and lips and back,
he is flint against my
tinder body.
i have never learned
the definition of smoulder
until now
iv.
i can hear the way his breath
becomes the tide, rumble
i have made pockmarks in your palms
where i am anchored.
finding my history scrawled across the crest of your collarbone
i want to forget that your lips used to be someone else’s
find battles that you’ve forgotten beneath your skin:
kiss the color of your dreams onto my lips until I can taste sunsets.
forget how many casualties you made when silver pierced skin,
On your hip i can feel where landmines have been planted,
how many times bombs have broken your chest,
your ribs tell me that they sound like violin strings, if not more fragile,
give me a bow, I just want to hear what your melody sounds like,
to make you shiver, give me
I walked over to your grave,
marked with a rose, and poppies.
I forget,
that in this movement,
we are just ghosts,
too silent to be heard,
too invisible to be noticed,
your body is riddled with bulletholes
and I wondered how long it would be
until mine is too.
you took me
to the Mekong river
where you crossed,
we floated to the make-shift dock,
before you went over,
I lit a lantern,
and tied it onto the mast of your ship,
and prayed
you said you didn’t have an anchor;
you weren’t talking to me
we both knew that you didn’t need one,
you would greet the tides as a friend anyway
I told you,
as you sailed away,
to never look
i.
When you wake up:
Breathe.
Inhale everything that you see and hold
between your fingertips.
Acknowledge the fact that it is too fragile.
When your co-worker asks to walk you home at night, say no.
When your friend asks you if anything’s wrong, say no.
When you realize that you cannot control everything in your life, say no.
Remember what that denial feels like.
ii.
When you watch the news:
Breathe.
Believe what your heart tells you.
Know that you are promised freedom.
When they ask you if you knew your attacker, say yes.
When they ask you if you were threatened, say yes.
When they ask you if you whether or not you were unarmed,
Dear Father,
I played at your funeral today.
His fingers are so cold.
It’s your favorite song…
Brushing them against the piano keys,
he played a melody that he could no longer hear,
songs from a grave
knowing that silence
was never something he took for granted.
“Come up to meet you,
tell you I’m sorry,
you don’t know how lovely you are”
he played until his body started shaking,
the words rose from his lips,
almost holy,
asking God
how
to shatter a glass house
from the inside
without getting cut
“Nobody said it was easy,
it’s such a shame for us to part.
Nobody said it was easy,
no one e
Mirrors
are a two way street
in your reflection,
there are more crevasses in your jawbone than you think
your brow is a canyon,
you are an
easle-mounted landspace
canvas
where brushmarks of fingers,
hands, and nails have all been too familiar,
where bruises are too delicate to be called purple,
yet you cannot see the places you are wounded too easily,
nothing that you
can call beautiful within your own right.
You’ve never been taught how to live without being wanted,
never taught your hands how to go steady and build bridges
out of notebook paper so you can
detail the journey across the flooding river,
know that the ink will not fad