Poem: That's Us

That's Us

By Jessika Malo
QuailBellMagazine.com

That’s us
Two cold lovers engulfed in a flame
Disgraced then rinsed again, hurrying to fall into disgrace again
That’s us
Victims of little puffs of magic
Of slow rhythms that have forgiven themselves the blame
That’s us
From the window that is always open to the sun
To the curious mail man and the nosy neighbor
That’s us
Lurking in the corner of the darkness
Thinking of it the world and beyond
Who plant their feet in the earth’s gut but manage to kiss the horizon
In their unison
That’s us
Who allow the waves to unfold them inside out
As they do their ritual dance
Hoping, where no hope dwells, to break into their steps
That’s us
Who confess to time its power
But fight it any way
That’s us
Who contaminate the walls with their confused touches
As they try to trace the fire that have fused their bodies
That’s us
Who lie on the floor of what was a home
Who erase the ceiling and grab the cloud closer
Who inflect it with a dream then unleash it again
Baffled and excited; to resemble them
That’s us
Who plead to the sun to shine away
For they are not prepared, to disengage just yet
That’s us
Who are blinded by the small memories
That the reflection of the doom does not scare them
That’s us
Who can no longer distinguish who’s who
Whose grammar eradicated the plurals all together
That’s us
Who cannot wish on a shooting star
For they are too occupied with its passage
That’s us
Who refuse calling it love
But live it instead
That’s us
You know

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