The Kind of Love Your Mother Felt

Time will bury girls and boys

paint their minds 

then blow 

away

I was bright– and you were new

I was a poem yesterday

Now

 cut my skin– or kiss my mouth,

The notes I sing are always 

gray.—and every time you look at me

My eyes 

are nothing much

the bitter kiss

 of compromise

 stained your lips 

and stole your voice

you’re a stranger.

 I’m a ghost.

and i can’t reach 

through all your noise

I’d float through all our clouds of smoke

—that’s if I felt I had a choice

but 

Every morning, I feel older

dark nights crawl, 

and 

warm days race

–you’re so black and I’m too blue 

our bed

 is such a lonely place.

Every day we wake up dry

in fields too brown for rain to save

we’ll

–sleep in weeds until we die

yes,

–sleep in weeds until we die

-Angelisa Miranda