(This poem is called Never) - Erin Karbuczky

poem read by Timothy Arliss OBrien

(This poem is called never)
Erin Karbuczky

I will never go to paris

And my heart will never ache

And the sun will never rise

And i will never sink

Into the ocean made of water and light and salt

And fallen stars.

And i will never wonder,

And my heart won’t ask for you

In the language of dreams

And sunflowers

And red cars in the snow

Listening to mixtapes

Carefully pieced together

By a tongue that never curled towards mine.

When they say it was love

I will never nod my head and agree.

Because I know what love is, and it was never that.

A wildfire racing toward my heart

Licking every leaf and brush,

Soaked with renewal

Branding me with knowing,

A sigil.

(And it is a spell).

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