I keep sending people
black and white photos
and forgetting nobody
gives a shit about the day
I swallowed my weight
in acid rain so I could
wash his stench from
my jeans and his sweat
from my lips. What days
do you keep remembering
even though you want
to forget? I went deaf
for weeks too, Logan,
covered my ears in sheet
music and learnt to play
my tears in the wrong key.
– Aaron Kent
I, too, wear my trauma on my lips,
then go around kissing crooked boys
who don’t have names. Yes, I’m
that good at forgetting. Once, I went mad
& didn’t tell anyone. What was I to say?
A hemorrhage, but also not. My eyes
bloodshot, my head swimming. I was
high on mania, what a scene I made.
A body cascading off a pinnacle, with all
the grace in the world. So clean & slow.
So I kept it to myself, found a boy
to hold my memories. Left so much
smoke in his hands, right there outside.
Everyone was watching. I didn’t care,
I gave him my trauma & made him sing.
& when I danced, I danced in the rain.
I’m sorry you didn’t get to hear the music.
I danced until I had my back pressed
against the fogged glass of the windows.
Somehow, the boy went missing & took
my song with him, & despite all of their
eyes, the people were as shocked as me.
– Logan February