Amber Kiso, 2024 | draft sent to editor, marked up


finding relief in cologne (consider expanding on this to draw out the metaphor)
scented tandem
insulin
long after you're gone.

the strength it takes (swap word, dig deeper)
to move (see above feedback)
from right to left
in lieu of the vertical
closeness we used to cohabit.

Learning to accept with thanks
the fleeting gifts love (cliche in its sincerity can you find another word?) can
bestow while refusing to
align with any kind of
tick tick tick
of The Great Circle.

Longing for -.-- --- ..- has (when you read this to an audience will you say the word the morse code spells?)
cemented a knowing
a resigned channeling
that to now long for another
maybe neither
but through both swells
crystalizes True North.

And maybe it'll only ever
be becoming
until being is

pissing through the 11th arrondissement
hand in hand
like we passed through the crowd
as time looped back on itself
k c i t t i c k k c i t

Dreaming of the possibility
at crescendo
(Patience wants to shoot the messenger).
Too soon it'll snap into focus,
for now we pivot
trying to capture the sensation
of flange to the cone of
our Centripetal Force
kissing the ready cheek of fate.






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