Geneseo, NY
He says my love grows from a big space to an even bigger
one.
This is what happens when you’re sure: it’s fear full of loss.
I’m standing at the ledge & he is a balloon I’m afraid to
drop—totally ignorant that he would just float, a perfect
pressure—just in front of my face—so close I could smell
the latex.
One day you’ll see that these letters are full of love for you
too & there will be so much you’ll want to suck out of them,
like pomegranate, juice & seeds six in your palm.
Soon,
from Hot with the Bad ThingsFind more by Lucia LoTempio at the library
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