With You Gone

I eat grapes in threes, pierce them all at once,

wrap your hair around my finger, call it a ring.

I dance with your shadow, arms out,

middle-school-like, in a shameful kind of way.

I pour ice into the bath, each cube exploding into water

one by one, foam gushing past my legs like a horserace.

I sit and let the whole tub drain,

put my hand against the fine holes,

let it tug the skin. 


”With You Gone” is a poem that I wrote in 2019. It was published in Queerly Journal, which you can read online.