at sea (i am your serenity)

xi

not really a long distance relationship;

i keep your old phone 

to remind me of a time where it always         burned              against my cheek with your voice

mum tells me how that phones tucked in between breasts is a newfound cancer risk

but what she doesn't know is that i've held you closer, underneath the same skin of my breast

where this fatal organ I am afraid will stop at any second awaits

tonight you are further away than usual, different city different time zone

tonight i will go to bed sleeping with it held underneath my pillow at a distant,

the hair near my breast is cold, stark a foreign bird nestled between the valleys of skin

in the incoming weeks i find my cheeks no longer                   burn

20/03/2019 edited /published