BEE LB

YOKE

PUBLISHED IN FOLIO 2023: VOL. 37.

as with everything now, i’d like to speak of this 

without speaking

tinny fantasies running static through my mind 

the ache of arms as they tremble and hold

the frailty found beneath tongue

stringing word into soothing song

all this desire and still so much lack

two impossibilities nestling into a third

as with anything, even a complete match can be 

ill-fitting. we make peace with it. some easier

than others. i touch the soft swell of my body

and wonder what possibilities it might hold.

incapable of the truth, i feed myself thin lies 

bleached with light.

when i was very young, i let the sun carry me forward 

now i refuse to let my feet lift off the ground

i can imagine still, the weight of trust, 

and now its absence.