I'd Kiss Your Friendship on the Mouth
There were nights we sang so loud
grief couldn’t hit our bones-
our faces masqueraded by dancing fire.
Beer chimes ringing by the beach
made themselves miracle
our voices reached for skies
drowned by flames,
a greeting for our hearts to follow
we know there’s home for each of us
in the sand we dig our feet into.
We can only hollow out each moment
with the seashells we use as percussion.
I'd kiss your friendship on the mouth
if it meant I could keep all of you.
Skyler Jaye is a queer poet and writer. She's the NF editor of Variety Pack and the author of A Mountain of Past-Lives & Things I've Learned (Blazevox, 2019). She's been published online and in-print including Ligeia Magazine, Ghost City Press, Emrys Journal, and more.
Find her tweeting @SkylerJaye23 (she/her/they/them).
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