Lovely slip
Brightness
I’m not sorry
For becoming
This person
Made of
Soft curves
And a swollen
Tongue
That vibrates
The truth—
I loved you then
Before her arms
Made a ring
Of contentment
Around the chest
I used to sleep on,
When the words
I love you
Meant more than
A whisper of guilt
On a conscious
That knows
What it did
To break me,
I may have
Lost you
Between delicate
Sunsets
And strikes
Of lightning
But in the
Brightness
I found myself—
This person
Made of
Strength
And resilience,
Capitivated
By the possibility
Of a new
Beginning.
-C.A.


