I Think of Writing You a Letter


“Portrait of Kristin, Summer 2016” by Ireashia Monét

never again will I be told
how beautiful I am in love
through a mouth that forgot
how to love me


my torso a noxious cloud
on quieter days I imagine
how to smother you with it


it occurs to me
scabbed-over and distant
is the optimal combination


I’ve learned it is possible
for two mouths to deserve
better than each other


temporal a word you once
taught me in a long explanation
it applies to everything now


the shard in my palm
has no memory of the bottle
that planted it there


a boy I can’t see
calls us chi chi from the dark
I do not translate


Black as I am I will not
get used to being a ghost
that gives you everything


fireworks bud
over each passing city
the radio towers
are stunned

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