coiled in the pause
between the tender flicker
of spider’s anxious web
in the single note
crescendo toward silence.
in sound’s timely death.
beneath the curves and
edges of a handwritten
word. beneath nonsense.
woven into
the breath it took to read this line.
in expiration.
in the space when we
are not touching but have come
or gone. in memory.
in the plucking of
petal from her selfish root.
folds of pushing skin.
in my dying eyes
the tremble of wanting lips
the tired exhale.
in the corners of
my mouth, spreading to smile,
laugh, ask,
taste
you
run with teeth
reject cry
tear
hit touch
bite
regret or
fall away
in one
nothing
again
love
becomes
.
kristy lovich 