Sara Burns
un.
I did not know it was the last one. Could not savor. I traced skyscrapers along leather. You sucked on ice cubes. Behind us was a crowd. Minus applause. The lake was not completely frozen. Animals slipped. Ducks swam in circles. Not knowing where to go. If I made one list it would repeat your name.
deux.
He used to crush me. All of his weight moving to his upper body. So that I could not breathe. He stood tall and held hard but touched soft. In a way that overwhelmed. I felt pressure on both sides of my heart. As though the chambers were making room for more of him.
trois.
I sat too quietly. Did not make sudden movements. Feeling the strain of the left arm. The purple blue ink spots deepen every day. Reminding me of nothing.
3 lines:
There is an unpredictable burning that begins at the base of the throat.
Encapsulate (I referred to drowning).
The throat wins.