originally published in Feminine Collective
twenty years you’ve been gone &
that’s just how long you’ve been dead
in life you were gone, too
i was a pool you’d drown in
if you got your feet wet
you kept your feet dry
how hard to hold the truth
like a bitter seed under your tongue
at the end you spit it out
i’d guessed what you said before
your tongue stilled for good
i had eyes
i said i forgave you
it was my turn to lie
