This absent forgetting
This absent forgetting of the heart;
this slight disrespect to the curvature of my love
The way your hands glaze over the retro nintendo plastic
of something to hide in better than the nape of my neck;;
the beating bullet of a world not real but pixelated-ly perfect --
you soar in to it while I speak, while I try to trace the river back
from communication to mis-
The way your pulse races from never to never, endlessly
listing the words the way they sound prettiest to you;
a cacophony of blood syllables and half-apologies
The firm slam of your vocal chords
the rage at the center contaminating the rest
I cannot include this in the picture of
unfiltered reality that hums around the half-dressed walls and
blunt-white plaster
I cannot include the rotating militance
of careless words
that fumble out of your sideways mouth (the other side looking at the screen)
into the fullness of place
where my heart belongs
Lauren Suchenski has a difficult relationship with punctuation and currently lives in Yardley, PA. She has been nominated twice for the Pushcart Prize as well as twice for The Best of the Net and her chapbook “Full of Ears and Eyes Am I” is available from Finishing Line Press. You can find more of her writing on Instagram @lauren_suchenski or on Twitter @laurensuchenski.