share MY poem:

a list poem
by aja-monet

You are a steady storm
a street light trembling
a field of shivering homes
a rusted goodbye pressed gently against the ear
whisper me a hurricane,
you are the flood
you are the knuckles of trees
set aflame.
You are the sky’s shoulder blades breaking
a cloud threading open
an angel folding his hands
the aftermath
a chandelier of fire tilting in my eyes
every time you leave.