on her
by nathan l. she is my silhouette: a piercing almost i drowned in whitewater. it didn’t work-- we came back river-clean and yearning for something greater than us. this shadow-boy and ghost-girl trying to fill up the aching space between wanting and becoming.
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august
by nathan l. stretches around us like a sunday afternoon honey-slow, firefly-golden there is basil growing on your kitchen windowsill peach juice staining your lips your hair corn-silk soft oh, i want your blue hour your 6 o’clock sunrise your star-strewn sky just you, you, you. (crossposted to instagram on august 10, 2019)
alchemy by nathan l. i. lead turns to gold the same way girl turns to boy turns to something sharp, something you choke on. ii. one day i looked in the mirror and she snarled at me. that’s when i knew. i’ve always been straining against these fractured bones. iii. a body aching a body monstrous not a body but a five-alarm fire. yeah, boys like us won’t go down easy. transcript:
this, in itself, is a miracle: / coaxing ourselves out of hollow, bloody bones. // us, born out of waiting and wanting, we know / the push and pull between the dark hair in the mirror / and the dark scars of our dreams / just as well as the tides know the haunting of the moon. // and so it is that our holiness lies in the breath between blinks / in the tremble before a confession / in the wine-dark sea. // after all / we are not what the poets sing of / we are more. // ––resurrection by nathan l. september
by nathan l. i burn my tongue on august. she leaves me scraped raw, skinned knees, bare- handed; no salvation in the crush of her palms. but the summer fades (as it does) & september brings cool wind to my aching body. among orange & gold i relearn how to breathe & on foggy mornings i could fall & fall & never hit the ground. |
AuthorNathan Lee's poetry and prose. More of my work can be found on my Instagram. Archives
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