1.
lately, i hear my mouth
practice the word seoul
like i speak the language the sounds spell.
whom i am nearing
approaches.
it is monday and the dreams return.
2.
the specks in her skin like lemonseeds in a straw
inside of me, sour sprouts
grown, like she imagines i haven't.
l remain inside the flawed blue-flow
of her history, a child's body now dust under soil.
"the specks in her skin like lemonseeds in a straw
ReplyDeleteinside of me, sour sprouts
grown, like she imagines i haven't."
seriously fantastic. Its incredibly apt and evocative of the relationship.