Autumn 2020 Poetry


by Lara Arikan

In the new place you will be once you
leave: It is good. I am on the edges of this
new country, my eyes dislocated, un
able to see where you are from among the
weeds. You are on the other end of a cor
ridor of wires, so I don’t know what you’re
touching, I don’t know what you love.
I trailed you to the ends of this rivera
but stayed hidden in the shallow underbrush.
You will never think to look in the water,
because you came here to leave me. I am blinking
furiously to catch the slightest glimpse in the mud.
It is cruel that you have crossed the river. I have not even
the seeds of water-flowers, not a reed to keep me company
now that you are gone.

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