818: This Is A Love Poem
"This Is A Love Poem"
Mary Fell
My blood
suddenly
knows you are gone
It is shouting your name
It runs
down to the ends of my fingers
looking for you
It wants to be
a piece of red wool
unraveling
all the way to Central America
It wants to be a boat
coming into the harbor at Managua
carrying fruit
Through all the rooms of my body
it is running
opening doors
A child in a tantrum stamps
red shoes
demanding to know where you are
Mary Fell
My blood
suddenly
knows you are gone
It is shouting your name
It runs
down to the ends of my fingers
looking for you
It wants to be
a piece of red wool
unraveling
all the way to Central America
It wants to be a boat
coming into the harbor at Managua
carrying fruit
Through all the rooms of my body
it is running
opening doors
A child in a tantrum stamps
red shoes
demanding to know where you are