Solana

You’re everywhere I look—

I can’t escape the photos we took.

This haunting obsession

I thought had passed returns,

sharp—

sudden,

like a looking glass.

We were happier then—

Kiss where ink and flesh align,

carved to summon touch.

Skip the space between my lips,

spewing oaths of love.

You feed me want— then starve me dry.

A feast of glances,

deep shades of black and blue

pressed time again

to withstand the pain of remembrance.

I pick and scratch,

until it becomes a scab, a scrape—

revisited and reopened

in the dead of night

There’s a flower growing in the dirtiest of pits,

Rotting in the sewer,

Mildew seeping from the grate— untouched,

Bypassed by those who don’t stop to wait.

Buried,

A wisp of a wish— restless,

I am from mythic hues of orange and blues, 

Where the setting sun greets the gentle waves.

From solemn mornings and soft bed sheets,

To boisterous cackles and tire swings,

I am from the jostling of jewelry—