Your Own Palm
Copyright © 2017 by Tarfia Faizullah. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on September 28, 2017, by the Academy of American Poets.
Copyright © 2017 by Tarfia Faizullah. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on September 28, 2017, by the Academy of American Poets.
You hurt my feelings
I say to the trees. You never
ask me how I am I whisper
to the breakfast taco, before
an indelicate but determined bite.
I miss you, I confront
the chair in the stranger’s yard.
You only respond
to marrow
scooped clean.
You stare. I touch
your silk. Shiver. Some nights,
you let in a kiss abruptly
through the mask. Pant.
Here, your bread,
sliced into neat warm ovals.