a blue winter warsaw sky ice crystal stretched like a drum stretched like a bow ready to let the arrow fly stretched to the breaking point stretched to the point that a high sound would shatter it pieces would scatter everywhere and maybe a white light will explode like when you make love and it’s good most of the time love making is a pretty pedestrian affair but sometimes it’s good and white light explodes at the back of your brain and keeps exploding and exploding and your whole being shatters into millions billions of pieces pieces breaking and breaking and yet in each of them there is a whole of you and all you’ve got is someone’s arms to hold you together
years later
i miss myself
as i was with you
years later
i miss myself
as i was with you
by Katherine Samuelowicz
Brisbane, Queensland, Australia
first published in Yellow Moon 19, Winter 2006
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