A LOT HAS CHANGED, BUT
NOT HOW I FEEL ABOUT YOU

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My filled-up journal, your name on every page.

Golden hour lighting, my own weak hand around my neck is you,

Pawing at me.

I reorganize my closet three times.

The doctor fixes my vision. For the first time in my life, I open my eyes in the morning and see Clearly. I realize that the laser has burned away any part of me that ever saw you. 

Held and beheld, your living image through my dead eyes.

Newborn tears after somebody else tries to make love to me.

I buy a fish and it dies and I leave it in the tank as a warning: 

I can’t save anybody. 

 

 

Auzin is a writer in the Pacific Northwest. She is a chronic daydreamer, always cold, and usually in love. She hopes these are good qualities for a poet. Her work has appeared previously in Rogue Agent Journal, Fahmidan Journal, and Hecate Magazine. She is also a joint Poetry Editor at Hecate Magazine. You can find more of her work at byauzin.com.

 

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