What Thing?

Hannah Nathanson

‘la mañana’, by nat raum, @gr8earlofhell on twitter. Contact them for their writing, editorial work, and art at natraum.com.

The stick and poke blackberry juice
blends with leftover tie-dye
stains on my fingers.

If I were a ghost, I'd
love this part.

The came of the coming
of age
not quite arrived, but

somewhere

they
can hear our voices,
the sun already setting
over a proposal I was
raised in

abandoned buildings and
empty silos, streets proud
they once held

something

with a name. What name?

In dreams, I meet men
who’ve met my
fingers

without polish and noticed. I kiss them

with more violence
than tongue,
an opaque void in the near distance,

somewhere

they can hear our voices
colliding.

🖐️🏚️