“Sorry, I was
talking to myself,” I say
to the imaginary
person who caught me
talking to an imaginary
person,
Author: Alphabet Ravine
Lydia Rae Bush (she/her) is a poet exploring themes of embodiment and social-emotional development. Her work is Best of the Net nominated and can be found in publications such as Corporeal, Querencia Press, and Bleating Thing. Her chapbook Free Bleeding is out now with dogleech books.
miss your it’s your all your
my hands miss your scent
my ears miss your taste
my brain, it’s your figure
my tongue, all your thoughts
Unfreeze
Maybe I should do the response that involves breathing,
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Weirdly good at breaking down,
been doing it since I was seven-
teen, been needing
to since I was
three, been needing to
take my time doing it, been
needing to
honor other people’s
palms
With two left feet
and sweaty palms,
Paradox
Tried to scoop a lie up in my hands
like water, but all I could
find was pure in the blue,
plus some contamination,
ground
I want to know
if songs can sing,
Drafting
in the morning,
words were
wonderful, the
words were
in the morning,
wonderful, the
Alphabet Ravine 