I Keep Forgetting Myself,

Salma Deera, Letters from Medea

heavy-handed with metaphor (as all lovers are) & filled to the brim with music

A city of ghosts

Lost from 2020

Somedays i just wanna disappear. Away from everything that i already know, own and have.

I tried to asseverate

the state of my heart,

I asked you to be gentle with it,

but you intervened,

tugged me close,

and kissed me mad.

Now I bleed your name

and your sight is out of reach.

I spend my days looking for the moon in the broad daylight.

I've lost all sense of clarity.

You should've let me complete my sentence,

before you kissed me,

because now you cannot kiss me without tasting your name on my lips.

-Anneshwa

green, green is my sister’s house | Mary Oliver