Barium

I can’t sink the fortunes pulled from my

                                bones

                   into the same sea

                      that sustains me. Surviving

 

                              season after season

      of earthquakes

                              is terrible enough. I am

addicted to the lines

 

          on your face. Strangers

          in other places left

                   the doors shut

                   on purpose. I never

 

             thought of absence

                                  as something close

  to power. It irradiates

                        me; eats me away in the dark.

 

     I burn, I bend, I twist

                    myself into something

 

                         unrecognisable.

Laura Voivodeship writes erasure poetry and creative nonfiction while masquerading as a teacher in the Middle East. Her most recent work has been published in unstamatic, daCunha, and Rue Scribe, and is forthcoming from Kestrel Journal, Panoply, and Coffin Bell. She can be found posting amateur images and line edits on Instagram @lauravoivodeship.