Golden Shovel #1
After Richard Wright’s Haiku #1
what, I
know, about who I am:
nothing is forgettable, nobody
told me how a
body isn’t yours, until it's spilling red—
like the sharp edge of an anchor sinking
into you. an autumn
night sweat turns into the sun
you felt like pain and it took
nothing to want you, my—
I was willing to cave. I called your name
then watched you turn away.
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