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