One day, it just showed up on my doorstep. Honestly, I don’t know how it found me again.
The last night we spent together, I lured it away
with a trail of breadcrumbs–a necklace it swallowed one diamond at a time. Such a hungry
little bloodhound. I led it deep into the forest,
fastened its legs with twine. Dug a hole. Said I will jump if you jump and it did
just like I knew it would. And now,
here it is again–on its submissive back, its pink underbelly exposed—and I cannot say
I didn’t want this. That I haven’t waited
by the window. I sculpted your body from the dust on the doorknob. I’ve hoarded
your name in my mouth for months. My throat
is a beehive pitched into the river. Look! Look how long this love can hold its breath.
- Sierra DeMulder
This poem can be found in my forthcoming book Today Means Amen. Available for presale now! For every book ordered or purchased between January 2nd – February 2nd, my publisher Andrews McMeel Publishing will donate $1 to To Write Love On Her Arms, a non-profit which aims to present hope for people struggling with addiction, depression, self-injury and thoughts of suicide while also investing directly into treatment and recovery.
“I’ve hoarded / your name in my mouth / for months.”
Idk who this guy is but I’m just gonna leave this here without comment and hope the audience I’m indirecting it at finally understands something for once
