Schiaparelli, 2024
let’s call this poem “allay”
where eyes join you & I in our sorrows
joy’d with pain. ya see, I’m alarms of
death & fear, hoping to cry out
so strong, it’ll heal us both.
All you ever wanted was to love & be loved.
You think about how nobody noticed
your death. How it’s slow
& somber..& somehow I twirl for you
I know
you are afraid of the truth of this world..
ashes ashes…
but I like innocence. ya see, I’ve been on
tippy toes for two minutes & I can’t
bring myself to say—
Today I’ve learned,
Cowards [protect] bliss.
However,
this poem’s for you—
what would you like to know?
I heal to focus
rumbling into the details
there’s light,
blue n’ sparkling
in the sweat of my skin. darkness fills the
room, round - the show will be an escape.
I don’t beg
but I serve you—
I was 24 when I died
young, n’ knowledge- able
wet with emotions
killed with pain
like rocks
stabbing at a delicate core
So… if you claim to love me
til death do us part
xx
