by Feli Elizab |
Categories:
absence, loneliness, lonely, lost love, love, marriage, nostalgia,
Lately, a kiss is a long lost wish.
We've both forgotten how to care.
So just in case you never remember,
I will tattoo "love" behind your eyelids
so you will see it when you sleep
and forget the ghosts that became us.
I should sneak into your darkest crevices
and replace the webs with words.
Forget the complicated cursive strokes.
I will rewrite us in Braille, in
rounded words that were meant to feel.
I will reconstruct us in the language
of the Hopi, the way we spoke when
the past was never, and love was all
we could ever see.
by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
art,
Was it fashioned by Navajo?
I do not know, I said. But I love it.
Maybe it is Hopi, grandfather suggested.
Or Zuni.
It doesn’t matter to me, I told him.
I absolutely love it.
I would love it more if I knew, he said.
Why does he have to love it? It is mine.
by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
art,
Was it fashioned by Navajo?
I do not know, I said. But I love it.
Maybe it is Hopi, grandfather suggested.
Or Zuni.
It doesn’t matter to me, I told him.
I absolutely love it.
I would love it more if I knew, he said.
Why does he have to love it? It is mine.