- lggoode
UNTITLED (NOW I'M NOT)
Updated: Apr 28
Written May 2, 2021.
Last year, I met you
As lines on a stick
As a gasp
The news cascading past my teeth
Too soon
I felt you land
As a peaceful tiredness
As grapefruit cravings
My mother’s knowing smiles
I became a home
I felt you stir
As cramps in the morning
As bright red against white
Your proof of life
An end without a beginning
I know it’s a common thing
It happens 1 out of 4 times
But you were
the only one
For me
I think of you
As water pulling through my fingers while I swim
As a split second collision of skeletons
You were there
And now I’m not
[All content written by Liz Goode. Not to be reproduced without permission.]