BAILEY COHEN-VERA
Port Authority Poem
& then I might appear very suspicious
& then who knows
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& then I might appear very suspicious
& then who knows
I scroll the void
of what we feed each other
August, wind gust, rain lust, drought,
Heart-shaped leaves and heart-shaped doubt.
Free, I stand beside my freedom.
I am known to all the songs of rain . . .
a blurred lifeline where the eye waits
on love, an idling jet, days landlocked
not inside time’s river
but swaddled really
How do I breathe with this sudden hush
And surge of quicklime in my chest?
the movingness of the world is right with us
Beware the noun
that tricks itself
i want to die until
i do. i want to touch
everything before
i’m dust.