As For the Exiles
by Haley Lasché
- You were born in the sign of reassurance.
- Your open mouth is filled with time. It closes around the stain of my lips
- which is shaped like a baby world.
- It is smaller than the earth; it is two time zones like you and me.
- We are separate now
- and holding our hands away from our bodies
- pushing each other away. The salt from each other’s hands
- painted on our palms, a grid for new sweat to break through.
- The journeys we both take are not over water;
- they are through condensation
- and the memory of your skin evaporates against
- no more words
- than
