By Khalil Carpenter

From Toledo OH to Poughkeepsie NY

 

Questions are a fickle currency:

If my [body]   met      your  [body]

Would                                     you

let me catch                 you

In the rye?

Before

            hidden

                        cliff?

                  lion den?

                 snake pit?

Would you see the skull,

Poke sunflower in its hollow eye;

Indulge in dark jokes

On our

sleepless nights?

How I forget

           you

Are

            far

                        away;

                                    your

                                    [body]                        

                                    an idea

                                    above

                                    my mind

 

And I warned             you

How far I'd go

For what's unseen

Somewhere locked in this chest-box

I have words that           

                        [r   e   a   c   h]

Will                             you

let

my [body] catch          your

            [body]

            before

            the hidden

                                    cliff of rye?

 

Khalil Carpenter

KHALIL CARPENTER is a senior at Toledo School for the Arts. This is his second publication in “Bridge,” and his work has also appeared in “Khroma.” He aspires to write across genres and create everything from poetry to novels to screenplays.

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