I.
perhaps, already you have sailed
far away across the ocean. as for me,
i shall be spending the afternoon reading
poetry my ancestors wrote
about me. look! i have new wings!
i am now immune to shipwreck and
cannot be swallowed by sea.II.
i forget that the night goes through
youngness first, then stars burst
to hide a clear but subtle treachery.
and like the soil that cries, I miss the tears
running sensual fissures,
crawling like insects on earthskin.III.
i miss you, milk-haired raspberry sky,
and your deep rind revealing
darkness in-between reaches of burning tongue.
— A. P.
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Accidents: A Collection of Poetry
PoetryIt's like learning a new tongue; like befriending an unfamiliar book, and finding love expressed in a million different languages that I cannot understand nor explain. - you have kept me awake for far too long Antoinette Prescott, 2016 "Accidents" i...