sarah was here 2020
im screaming up at stars : : in the desert & its been too long
since we’ve spoken face to face because i hate a cliche
but dang it if I haven’t missed talking
to the bart-simpson-on-a-motorcycle constellation
i discovered at 16 at the gulf i can’t unsee
with a person whose memory id rather not evoke
(thats whats in a name romeo) still tho i wonder
over him sometimes : i wish my rapist peace
does that make me a saint or a pushover the answer is yes
i have a part that knows war-chiggers
still burrowed in his hands & ankles were
the reason he did
ink smears as i let go of my body drunk on ink
my hand blurs across the paper —the smudge left
is a fossil-of-movement is a skid in the earth
that says that screams at stars : : sarah was here