daylight
peom by anonymous, photo by anshu shah | February 2024
you awoke
the way cream does
in coffee
unfurling like bloom
like baby’s breath
hands splintering
into fingers
mind like jigsaw
voice spilling gossamer
and
I
who had books for limbs
suburbian lull for a pulse
purveyor of the fine
and the broken
thought myself so wise
and yet
upon the sight of you
I forgot my own name