Poem of the Month – June 2020
— From Otherwise Occupied, by Sally Ann Murray
You have no boundaries, he always said.
It’s true. The time for that has long gone.
Me, I keep coming back to the same
old questions that petals never answer
no matter how many times.
Love me. Love me not. As
I am, I am. Neither
here nor there.
Nothing to explain.
I don’t know about borders.
They seem porous. It’s always
the heart that gives.
You feel bound to weather
the tiny cuts that come and come.
It’s for the best. Give it time.
You look for where the truth lies
in these words. Ashes. A hole.
Either way, you go home
and home is gone. So you mind
the extra mug. The dip in the bed.
The quiet voice gone missing.