Sallow wandering through hollow hello?
Who’s there I am.
Where? I don’t know, I
Trudge through the leaves and the mud and the crag
Trade hearts with the giants, trade minds with the hag
Sing tunes all in glitter and dance all in drag
Touch phones and lose phones and call out hello?
Who’s there I am.
Where? Watch this space; really watch it.
Don’t let its legs escape you.
They twist, they twirl, they turn
Into water that whooshes and swift wind that flies
I catch it and trap it and name it and cry
But when it melts and it dries and it withers and dies
The blackness it holds me.
Head in hands reach the rattle-tub:
The sizzle circle soothes.
Hello?
Who’s there I am.
Where?
Alone.
YOU ARE READING
The Bones Beneath
PoetryPoems I wrote this past year about queerness, gender, anorexia, depression, religion, etc.
