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.