i like when the back of the house gets warm in the afternoon
and the gnats gather around the prickly pear like it is a deity
to be encircled by prayer.
i find it hard to not swaddle your love.
close my palms in on it.
i have no faith.
and the world often looks like shower glass wiped
momentarily clean by a hand.
i’ve been told i am the origin
of the hurt. before,
i’ve wanted so badly to believe
that i was found.
About the author:
I am a Chicago-based writer who has work that has appeared or is forthcoming in The Huffington Post, Gargoyle Magazine, Platform Review, The Literary Bohemian, Triggerfish Critical Review, Front Porch Review, Cider Press Review, Connotation Press, Sooth Swarm Journal, Digging through the Fat, Penultimate Peanut, and more. I studied art and creative writing at Carleton College.
About the artist:
Sabrina Jovic, an artist and musician, she has had her artwork published in Beyond Words Literary Magazine, Unlimited Literature and featured on the cover of Open Minds Quarterly. Sabrina enjoys creating abstract works to music by using bold colours, mixed mediums and textures.