God, I Don’t Even Think I Want to Know: Tamilla, Rachel Leigh

May 22, 2020 Kate Belew with Tamilla, Rachel Leigh

Fog lets itself in through cracked windows

seeping into

itself and then me, codependent, 

indulgence wrapped in a paper machete.

it’s your birthday & you blow the last candle

make a wish 

hope for the best.

a chilling kiss on necks nape

some strange ghost that needs to stick around

summoned to a place we know too well.

this visitor carried by wind, whispers the history of living forever

and god, I don't even think I want to know. 

Only the whispers sipped through the cracked wood,

porous low keyed notes come in clearly 

and how I have missed you, you who is 

What is a hand shaking in the wind of change 

Every detail sprinkled along the trail

leading to that wondrous welkin, once thought to but a dream.

It was all a dream, I used to leave the house without a mask

But now I sneeze into napkin an push the window closed.