Cycles

— Christina Im

in another life i turn throatblack & trembling when it rains // in another life i eat the ocean & swallow no salt // in another life my body is a thunderbolt / less of a waltz with the enemy // in another life his mouth is not yet a danger / not yet another night for the concrete to mourn // in another life my eyes are still taking prisoners // in another life he & i die young / the breeze bleeds over us / they call that forgetting // in another life the word girl is seven kinds of ghosting / all this & the lightning too // in another life only the light is damp // in another life he says only literal things // in another life i have grown around a knife-shaped cloud // in another life i have a wind in place of a voice & i fold it in half many times // in another life the sky moves too fast // in another life his limbs & mine learn to speak torrential // in another life we are traveling & forever out of time / there are no shades of blue for us


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