A selection of poems from my new collection baby, i'm ready to go. Photo by Jamelah Earle.


Poetry



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nothing

There is nothing between them
They’re wearing skin
They’re wearing air
They’re wearing a dream
Wearing a nightmare
They’re wearing each other
They’re wearing nothing
There is nothing between them
A nothing that’s the start of everything
Or the start of the end
Between them nothing but
Everything and the end
He’s on top of her
Shooting lies
Like rubber bands
At her heart
Single white male lies
She lies beneath him
Looting silence from the dark
The silence of thoughts
Thoughts she shapes
With her hands
In his flesh
Like warm wet clay
Thoughts she cannot say
About this thing between them
This something
This everything
This nothing
She stares at the ceiling
At the shadows that tell her
She’s not there
Where her me should be
There’s nothing
He comes
He goes
She can feel the endlessness of him
In the lean of the mattress
She can feel him smiling
She can feel him lying
There
She can feel him wearing her
Out
She can feel him wearing himself
Wearing nothing
But himself
Whereas she
She’s wearing him
Holding his hand
Prints on her body
Holding his body
In her empty hands
Trying to hold onto his
Endlessness
Trying to hold onto this
Something
This everything
Before it becomes nothing
Before it becomes
The nothing between them


An early version of nothing was published in the litzine The Beat.