re: touching
Sal Kang
it was an inviting tail end of summer
the kind that reminds you of warmth
by revealing the absence of it
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we carried bottles of water home
from the corner store & joked
that we could make a life out of this
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I relearned how to love the the same
way I learned the times table
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relearned that there were still masks between you
& I & just kept peeling peeling peeling
half expecting one of us to run
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you, wrapped around my body like thick foam
you, vanishing outside the airport
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I want to love thoughtlessly in this world
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it was the tail end of summer. there was a sea wind
& you could still count the stars with your finger.
I said I love you & a sea urchin
kept blooming in my mouth
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let us be stones, refracting one ray of light
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Sal is a professional sluggard and occasional writer. Her work has been published in Canvas Literary Journal, The Rappahannock Review, and Yes Poetry, among others. She spends most of her free time sleeping and reading Anne Carson.