videnda.

by dezireé a. brown

 

 

 

I’ve prayed your lungs

would return / to water / fat

 

with sand and jazbay /

while spiders / parade

 

those curls I once / loved

In my dreams / I am bullet-proof

 

but you watched / me suffocate

instead / and I learned

 

how silence can / contort 

the skin – / pink

 

scars whelved into this atlas

of longing / tattered deer’s eye /

 

embedded in rivers – / these

are the bruises / I’ve carried through /

 

the riptide / with hands / that rebuilt

cities / you plundered  

 

next time / my appetite

will be waiting