ELISABETH HORAN —
UNEXPLAINED
featured in issue 31
In my darkest of nights
i reach for you
you won't feel my fingers aching
just a slight stirring in the air
unexplained. it's me taking your hand into mine
it's me kissing your forehead
my mess lips and messier life
entering your world and refusing to leave ----
uninvited. I come to your side; i leave a scent
of lavender and dreams gone awry --- morals
and tomes and platitudes are not my language
I speak in glances and touches; written scribblings of the
drunk and sleepless. But they don't matter any less..
when I hold your chin into the light of noon, even as you fight me
off, I will whisper, I can be your momma, and your sister, your platonic
lover. and if you'll let me try, it can be forever.
Elisabeth Horan is an imperfect creature from Vermont advocating for animals, children and those suffering alone and in pain - especially those ostracized by disability and mental illness.
She is a Gemini.
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