not careful with goodbyes because I was gone

I.

my body/
your harm

bodies into summers
an abstract.

weight of tomorrows
into a roughness I can

touch
a weight

II.
after too much wine
I throw away the candles
with your name
it’s raining and
I think of the times
I asked the moon for favors

and thought the universe
weighing against me
you laughed and said
we are all either evil
or none. And now yes
I accept it is us
not the skies
that make the decisions
not your sickness
or the genes in your dna

III.
I was not careful with goodbyes
no ceremonies with words
of broken lines

 

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Noemi is a sirena, poet-curandera living in South Texas. A writer, cultural critic and historian, she enjoys paints, gesso, tattoos and eating.

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