Moonwhatever
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I’ve gotten so used
To being alone But sometimes when you give me A hug I remember what it was like And my glands burn in That sour river of radness Either way I Stand like a tree Getting hugged And I think that’s pretty funny. |
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You were a teenage goth
In wartime
Spent years in the
Emotional labor workshop
To love is to lose everything
First to joy
Then to pain
Until after
The brief exit interview with
The priest
They’re all texting at
Your funeral
Until you pass
Through death
And get to that other place
And I don’t mean
Heaven
The intake room
Decompression chamber
For turning to stars
Where bones are
Milled into fire
And you are finally seen
The way you see
The world from inside
Your current body
And understood
And pitied and loved, carried
Away on complex
Vast cosmic trajectories
Down rings ringing with
Ultraviolet vibes
That only a young energy unicorn
Could hear
Your final loss
Will be amazing
In wartime
Spent years in the
Emotional labor workshop
To love is to lose everything
First to joy
Then to pain
Until after
The brief exit interview with
The priest
They’re all texting at
Your funeral
Until you pass
Through death
And get to that other place
And I don’t mean
Heaven
The intake room
Decompression chamber
For turning to stars
Where bones are
Milled into fire
And you are finally seen
The way you see
The world from inside
Your current body
And understood
And pitied and loved, carried
Away on complex
Vast cosmic trajectories
Down rings ringing with
Ultraviolet vibes
That only a young energy unicorn
Could hear
Your final loss
Will be amazing
Ana Božičević is a poet, translator, teacher, and occasional singer. She is the author of the brand new Joy of Missing Out (Birds, LLC, 2017), the Lambda Award-winning Rise in the Fall (Birds, LLC, 2013) and Stars of the Night Commute (Tarpaulin Sky Press, 2009). Ana grew up in Croatia and now lives in Brooklyn. Her website is www.anabozicevic.com.