YOUR LOVE FINDS ITS WAY BACK
and one day, it just showed up, like an abandoned
bundle on my doorstep. Honestly, I don’t know how
it found me again. The last night we spent together,
I lured it away with a trail of breadcrumbs, a necklace
it swallowed one diamond at a time—such a hungry,
little bloodhound. I led it deep into the forest, fastened
its legs together with twine. Dug a hole. Said I will jump
if you jump and it did just like I knew it would. When I left,
it did not call out. This was your last gift for me.
And now, here it is again, lying on its back—its pink
underbelly exposed—and I cannot say I didn’t want this
to happen, that I haven’t been waiting by the window.
I have sculpted your body from the dust on the doorknob.
I hoarded your name in my mouth for months.
I’ve been saving so many words just for you.
My throat is a beehive pitched into the river. Look!
Look how long my love can hold its breath.
- Sierra DeMulder