L. V., Writing In The Dark (pt. 6: Because I Don't Know What To Do With All This Light)

an open letter to the poet who left a bouquet of sonnets at my door
dear poet,
who is the "you" in your poems?
when did you meet?
where did you meet?
how did you meet?
& why does the "you" in your poems
hold so much light that i see you drowning in it

- L. V.

by Henri Fantin-Latour (French, 1836-1904)

& why does the "you" in your poems
punch black holes into your heart and in your lungs
that i see you are struggling to breathe
& oh wow there's so much blood
in your lungs
that i see you are coughing up
sunsets into your elbow

- L. V.

& i see you try to wipe it away
with your hands
but all you're doing is smearing
everything in red
& how does the "you" in your poems
hold so much light that you turn into a moth
& you are chasing the fire
& you know this won't end well
but you are chasing the sun
you keep chasing the end, dear poet

- L. V.

L. V., writing in the dark (pt. 6: because i don't know what to do with all this light)

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