I put Song for Sasha Banks on repeat
and feel the pop and merge of narrow road,
each whirring bustle of tree behind me
each leaf flailing in its new wicked freedom,
each freckle of hair flung
into sun-soaked cheeks by that irascible wind.
We are all learning to live
within ourselves these days,
so in nightmares I drive in circles
trying to visit those I love.
You could fill auditoriums with the sound
of my pulse. With my breath, mistral and fierce.
There, the same fallow deer,
rib cage poking through.
There, the same beaten mailbox.
There, there, there.
”HeyDay” is a poem I wrote in 2018. It was published on Honey & Lime’s literary blog, Oceans & time, which you can read online.