4.8.14 - Gina Myers

When I was young

there were nine planets

but now there are fewer.

What is there to be

certain of. Only this:

the desire to feel your

body against mine

at least once more.

Each year I need less.

I don’t need your theories

to understand my lived

experience. There is

an anger I carry

inside that I will never

let go of. Something basic

to hold onto while everything

else disappears.

 
© Gine Myers
 
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