The shoe fit in the desert. I longed to see him there. As he was. Then.
I see only sorrow with laughter after the uhnn. The sound made when
a slip occurs. A slice of darkness through the light. Obsessing, a game
I’ve played a lifetime and now again here in this Blue City. He sits
apart from me. I look at him incessantly. Watching for a sign that
he doesn’t love me anymore. His face stoic. My hunger unbearable.
Always wanting more. Awake with the pain of a longing met in a desert.
- Ahu Smith, from her poetry collection “Take It In”
I appreciate that I can see
what I see
when I see it.
I’m a pioneer of outta order
I get profound
When I lean over a kitchen sink
I wasn’t complaining
I was exclaiming
And I didn’t do it
- Ahu Smith, from her poetry collection, “abstract romance”