{"id":5686,"date":"2019-01-15T02:07:53","date_gmt":"2019-01-15T02:07:53","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/?p=5686"},"modified":"2019-01-15T02:07:54","modified_gmt":"2019-01-15T02:07:54","slug":"untitled-love-poem-nesha-ruther","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/?p=5686","title":{"rendered":"Untitled Love Poem – Nesha Ruther"},"content":{"rendered":"

\/>after Mystery of Love by Sufjan Stevens <\/em><\/p>\n

these days everything inside me feels newborn and peeling
\ni am trying to imagine all the ways you will break me
\ni will break myself
\ntrying to be cut from all my younger memories
\nhow many loves do i allow myself?
\nhow many times can i kiss under april snowfall
\nopen up my oxymoron of a muscle to foreign fingertips
\npull back vein like leaking summer fruit,
\ncrumble cartilage under your tongue
\nmy head is full of crescendos
\nand i want nothing more than to have all my skin on yours
\nemerge frizzed hair and chapped lip into sunlight
\nyour hand as much mine as any other part of me
\ni catch myself lying on the floor, your shirt an oxygen mask
\ni catch myself whispering you things i should write instead
\nleaking my giddy pulse with each step and for once not planning
\nburning all my blueprints
\nash like first flowers or snowflakes or dead skin
\nmy lips anywhere there is wipe clean
\nand I wake In the garden, you beside me the entire world
\nmidbloom, I told you every time you left I wanted to say that I loved you
\nbroke your face into fragments of color with my fingers and I do not know
\nwhat love is except we are running at sunset suburbia salt stricken
\nstreaming off our bodies and I can hear the orchestra!
\nWe are talking about how the earth doesn\u2019t belong to us
\nthe implication being we may have to bury ourselves in one another
\nand darling look how alive we are, how it agitates the soil every
\nblooming thing a proclamation!
\nYour hands are everywhere I know to be my own and I have forgotten the word
\nfor what we sing to the dead what we do when we have stopped our chaotic burial
\nbut what is heaven if not rendering mind from body and everything I know to be mine
\nin yours and everything you have ever been is caught in the coils of my hair let me
\nfind myself lost in the fringes of your childhood
\nlet you recollect on all my memories and when you wake
\nI will be beside you, in the garden, the entire world midbloom.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\"\"Nesha Ruther is a poet hailing from Takoma Park Maryland. She was a member of the 2015 DC Youth Slam Team and a 2016 Young Arts winner in spoken word. She\u2019s a recipient of the 2016 Larry Neal Writing Award and Missouri Western State University\u2019s moRe prize (which was judged by Nikki Giovanni). She has had her writing published in Beltway Poetry Quarterly, the Mochila Review <\/em>and Angles online magazine<\/em>. She was part of the National Education Association\u2019s 2017 \u201cDo You Hear Us\u201d Campaign. She currently attends the University of Wisconsin Madison as part of the tenth cohort of First Wave. She is studying English, Gender & Women\u2019s Studies, and Jewish Studies.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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