Nanette Rayman
NOT LOVE
So many seek love.
I only want to crouch in a silent room.
To feel the buck of your heart
or not exist at all. Hands to help me sleep.
a firefly neighing at the sky's cold torso,
waiting for flavor.
A wish pendulating in the dark that
make me younger than birds.
Handle
my belly, call me flesh, pop open my chest like a flower,
arch me back
and climb
till we topple back in the fires
of skulls that come to smile. The moan of the pebble moon.
Bones of flowers you never caught.
Location: New York, New York Email: RaymN902@newschool.edu
