Today's poem is by Chloë Joan López
I Cannot Say That When I Saw You You Did Not Look Like a Lover
But I fear our
distant, hold more than
close. Desire is capacitance. Usually. In my case
it is needlework and painthat
is capacitancewith a glowing
pinpoint that threatens
to defect, desire mere field
lines gathered alongside.
Wafers of distrust wedged between.
the planetarium and its dome, I have
Learned to savor. Learned to dwell. Learned to live
on the nourishment of glass
beads and air that leave
only texture on the tongue. To leave the skin
an unfurred cloth that weeps
its charge. To harbor only untried faiths.
Poised above the star-
necks, amid dialects
and loss, I am reckoned
45 as among the supergiants: We decay,
or arc to ground.
Copyright © 2013 Chloë Joan López All rights reserved
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