wildly / wildly

A. Prevett

Sometimes / I undress myself in the yellow hours / even when my partner the Sun / is in the room visiting / She has been trying to talk to me about this / Several times she has used the word / boundaries / She does not understand / when I laugh at this / the idea of even more distance between / my burnt arms / that so far star / And when I’m laughing / I’m really laughing / because I am hurt and I / don’t want her to know / The Sun has been like this lately / Wanting to see me less / No longer calling me love puddle / Not even grinning / how she used to / coming home to me / playful and bright in my almanac / -inspired lingerie / or my gown made of nightclouds / stitched with dark matter / now she says the clouds / remind her of her parents’ divorce / not that soft / pearl article / the one she once slid her hands / down the back of / saying / even the moon would / be jealous of the glow / Who was that person / and where have they gone / the one who could wear silk shreds as these / and feel wildly / wildly lovable / even as they’re pinned down by / filled with / sunlight

A. Prevett (they/them) is the author of the chapbook Still, No Grace (Madhouse Press, 2021). Their poetry has appeared in such journals as Sixth Finch, Puerto del Sol, Palette Poetry, and others. They are pursuing an MFA in poetry from Georgia State University, where they edit the journal New South. You can find them online at aprevett.com or on Twitter under the handle @a_prevett.