During the Month it Took You to Leave Me

During the Month it Took You to Leave Me

I filled my gas tank to 33 dollars and 33 cents
and told you it was for you
because it was your favorite number.

I organized our belongings
(white t-shirts—books—toothbrushes—
baby, this is where we keep our sweaters)
as if using the word “our” would embed myself
into what you call home.

I bought flowers from a homeless man
because you are a botany major.
I wanted to bring them to you,
wilting and loveless, and show you how
I can nurture something worth saving.

There is a five-finger scar above my breast.
There is an orchestra on my neck shaped like your pulse
from all the nights you held me the way
you only hold something slipping.

There are 6 states
pressed like stubborn flowers
between the last time I kissed you and today,
but you still feel like a sound caught in my throat.

– Sierra DeMulder

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One thought on “During the Month it Took You to Leave Me

  1. Maybe more importantly, do you love L? Seems that comfort, kindness, security, honesty are that, or almost that. And I wonder why it is so often that “we” (women?) wonder/think/worry about whether someone loves us so much more than whether “we” love him.

    p.s. This: “you still feel like a sound caught in my throat” — beautiful.

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