A Brief Poem About Your Hunger

(after nimisire)

 

 

it is never about god

         —the selfish conman in the moon

or the stories mother told about tortoise

         it is never about love

—a boy waiting at the mouth of grave

or absence, or shadows wearing the face of

your father in tuxedo, preparing to dance

with you

         it is not about the open sea

sucking you inside itself

 

—someone      who leaves

lives in oblivion                            never really returns the same

         &, inside this safe house

where birds are secret wishes

abundantly gorgeous

         your body craves this journey

 

                                                         we need you here.

                                                                   we need you here.