​I once misread microfiber as microfire and a tiny blaze went up on the sofa. I once heard god was made of love so I nurtured misconception until I believed I was born in your pocket. I’m not so much wary of memory as I am married to weariness. I’m not so much god-fearing as I am self-loathing. hello, divine creature housed in the attic of my mind. are you piloting me like a mecha? are you a restless throat singer swigging honey? I picture your roof dripping with pipe water and stars. your songs ring too bright against my skull. they pour from my rivering mouth. I guess I’ve always been talking through my sleep. I guess I’ve always been yours for the taking.
Emma William-Margaret Rebholz aka Billy (they/them) is a nonbinary poet living in Boston. They read for the poetry journal Underblong and are the co-creator of DEAR. They probably want to be your friend. Twitter: @continuitea, @deardearpoetry.
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