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a text exchange intercepted by myself

Updated: Sep 12, 2023




THE SUMMER THIS BODY TURNS 16 I’M GONNA

BE NOTHING MORE THAN A SOUNDLESS PLEA–

TURN MY KNEES JAM-SMEARED AGAINST CHAINLINK

FENCES & CHLORINE DIVOTS & A FALLEN GOD’S WORD.


& I don’t know, love, I’d like to say I understand Judas

but you know how it goes on and on. what

confuses me, really, is how every

damn year my words fly out of me

endlessly like locusts in a plague & I


& I CAN NEVER FIND MYSELF AGAIN. IF

THERE ARE ANGELS ROAMING THE STREETS I’LL LET THEM BUY ME A DRINK. I’LL FIT THEIR NAMES BETWEEN

THE RIDGES OF MY TEETH, BETTER THAN MY OWN TO


find myself hanging laundry & doing

grossly normal things. Somehow, the phone

hasn’t stopped ringing– I haven’t started answering either.

Instead I palliate bread with raspberry

jam, treat my numbed mouth with

kindness. Sort my mail, admit that every

love poem I write with “You” is about

more than one person. They say angels

now come in any form they can,

ornate themselves in thrifted bikinis & cowboy boots &

psalms out their car window. If divinity can

quietly shapeshift, I can too. Start mornings with beginner’s yoga or

reading a bookstore-fresh recipe book or even

saying your name again & again. The

truth is that there are no

ulterior motives other than

vowing to never turn

& JUNE WATCHES ME HALF-CRAWLING OUT OF MY WINDOW, DIVINE INTERCEPTION THROUGH BEER CANS

WHITTLING MY MOUTH INTO PRAYER & PRESSING

MYSELF UP AGAINST ANY WRONGDOING I CAN FIND, LIKE THE


wrong sides of knives against myself. There is no need for

x-rays of possibly broken ribs or misaligned bleeding.

Your last injury was a paper cut. Your last score was

zero, at least, upon the body.

SUMMER WILL BE WILD. / SUMMER WILL BE WILD.

SUMMER WILL BE WILD. / SUMMER WILL BE WILD.


Summer will be gentle. / Summer will be gentle.

Summer will be gentle. / Summer will be gentle.

 

Editor(s): Alisha B., Uzayer M., Blenda Y., Luna Y.

Photo Credits: Unsplash

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