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What I should’ve Said to the Girl I Love | Zero Readers

What I should’ve Said to the Girl I Love

by | Issue #3, Issues

Izraq Jesen

Imagine
a day / eight years ago / we are at the staircase to the college west wing / the hallway opens / into History i kiss / the dimple at the corner of your lips / History frowns / through cobwebbed veil

Tell me
we are allowed to / have this / to love to / become / each other / this is our colour this / sublimation / this is us

Come Home
leave the door ajar / we’ll make dinner in the moonlight / we can’t pay our bills but the / rain / is generous / where the ashwattha forests sleep / we’ll be together / it will be enough

Try again
we won’t have to / hide / we’re not wrong / not condemned not / Sinners / for the pyre / our bodies mean more than / the red ripe fruit of / sex

Listen
our blood is still warm History / has its eyes closed / ashwattha forests weep / you don’t have to / let go / take my hand i will / wait / somewhere within the / lightness / of our half-tangible shades





Izraq Jesen, occasional writer with a preference for all things inedible and unsavoury, wishes to be born again as a silver-antlered doe.