The snow is always lighter
than the weight of the world,
don’t you think? I count my
gains in Saturn’s satellites,
and my losses in the shape
of bougainvillea. It’s always
Anthe and anti, negativity
in the form of an optimistic
outlook. And I know things
have gone wrong when we
have no garlic bread left.
– Aaron Kent
I know things, too. But not snow. I know
I am not from a cold, wet place. I know
I am a cold, wet thing. I know how to be
my lover’s very own idyll. An endless prairie,
yellow with heat & daisies. The ground
rises, then folds itself in two. The line
between my lips is where it all went missing.
I’m bloated with my secrets—I keep them
even from myself. This, too, I know.
If I have lost anything, I do not remember it.
If I am heavy, it doesn’t matter. I am floating.
Sometimes, the sun seeps into me
& replaces the chill. & I know I want to speak,
so I keep my mouth full. & I know my lover
wants to know, so he hides the food.
& I’m starving. & I know things have gone
wrong when we have no garlic bread left.
My mouth is as bleak as a winter, empty.
My confessions are creeping up my throat.
– Logan February