from Please Bury Me in This [I am not any closer...]
I am not any closer to saying what I mean.
Love has made itself so quiet, a few red fish moving in slow circles.
I want to say like blood, like forgiveness, this obedience, looking at the ground on my knees.
I mean to cease to feel, to cancel, to give up all claim to—
At some point, I rested my hands over my eyes and mouthed, This is my face housed underwater.
This is a love letter.
Every word but mouthed erased.
From Please Bury Me in This. Copyright © 2017 by Allison Benis White. Used with the permission of The Permissions Company, Inc. on behalf of Four Way Books, www.fourwaybooks.com.