Poem: Hearing

Hearing

I can barely sit with myself.

I can barely sit.

I remember a laugh and think: real.

I think: too real.

Yet I’m wearing betrayal again

The same skin as the other million I cannot locate.

The night.

I hope the night.

So black the black can’t breathe—

Let it be fast.

Let it be so fast

it doesn’t get my name.

I remember your laugh.

I am hearing it.

Still.

Marni Fraser

0522.2026

Photo by Albarran Cabrera