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Meirl

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Neon Artillery

Watercolor on Black Paper

2020, 6"x 8"

Red Ume

Come, rest near 

I am starved of touch 

My longing to be near you burns through the mediocrity 

My willing soul just wants to breathe the same air as you 

If my hand could touch your clothing 

If my eyes could meet your eyes of blaze for just one time 

I would be satisfied 


Or maybe I'm a foolish child with empty promises 

I'd likely take your gaze, your touch, your voice, your presence, your kindness 

Take it for granted 

And be on my knees 

Bloody and broken 

Please, please 

I long for you 

I long for you 

I've already forgotten that I've had you 


You kissed my forehead one night when I wasn't paying you any attention 

And yet I sit on the floor and my eyes are red 

I say, "Why don't you kiss me?" 

And you kiss me again 

But I slumber 

I laugh at the thought of your nearness 

Reality is a foreigner 


I am your scarlet letter 

My hands and feet are dipped in blood 

You washed me up in the kitchen sink

and you wore my blood stains like badges of honor


Your eyes were fire on me as I complained about your distance 

You stood back and crossed your arms 

You smiled still 

I wondered why you left 

I merely needed to turn around! 

Not even much effort 

I could have seen you 

But I crawled into bed and I missed your arms wrapped around me 

I imagined a different man and I wept in jealousy as I saw another love you 


Today I stood in a crowded room and my eyes dripped of acid 

You came and sat with me and my mind told me you were missing 

You touched me 

I flinched 

Twisted that silver on my ring finger 


I could light candles 

Set the mood 

Stir up the atmosphere until my posture is right 

I could invite you to come and I'd wait on the front porch for you to pull up 

All along you sit beside me begging me to look at you 

"Love, I'm holding your hand" 

He's not coming 

"Love, open your eyes" 

He's never coming 

"Love, love, love" 

I step away from the porch and my bare feet tiptoe over dirt still muddied 

I sink until my legs are dark and dripping 

he doesn't love me 

His heart breaks yet again 


I bury my face in the dirt and I say it again

Come, rest near  

I am starved of touch 


J.N.

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