I wrote you into a poem,
the only part of me you never visited.
I named every street after you.
—In honor of the woman who left my town last
YOU ARE READING
an ocean of teardrops
PoetryI avoid surfaces with reflections, avoid facing reality. At the sea, where I last washed away my scars only to have them appear in different places, different faces. And so I try comforting myself through imaginary conversations with the people I lo...
visit me again and this will be a cemetery of every love I thought of you
I wrote you into a poem,
the only part of me you never visited.
I named every street after you.
—In honor of the woman who left my town last
