#tbf I began this poem early last week & just write the last verse & reworked it today

[fckmeupflorida]

Studio apartment for one This is new to me – losing my child-strong arms, Unable to pull time out of its lassitude. My dreams Of strong bodies evaporate slowly, all day With eyes opened under self-warmed duvet There I hallucinate;

Seeing the silhouettes of arms I can breathe in - flickers of a ghost ship - I dream of strong bodies All day invariably, with such hale piety Even my bed is fooled: worn in wool-gathering The mattress has caved in Carved out the plain imprint of their familiar weight

All the tongues in my houses have electric pulses, I play lovely music, listen to foreign voices. Quand la poussière se lève, debout à l’horizon I drag my hand across the sheets Send my fingers swimming through cold-whipped winds I trace the dips along his neck, stopping where hair sprouts To feel all the air curl – rings of his locks on my finger. Inside the cardboard box wearing a Hazmat suit I dream up strong bodies, keep splitting recipes.