NINA FARINA

i miss poetry like i used to know it
like i used to have it
when i was surrounded by it
and submerged in it
when it feel from all of my friends tongues
i miss poetry like i used to write it
i still speak in mourning poems
my heart has not healed and
sometimes
i don't think it ever will
and so a part of me has been ripped out
and i haven't found a home filled with prose
a home that makes me want to speak in syncopation
i search for my new voice
read the words i used to hear
and hope that if i never find what i used to know
i'll still manage to make the words i want to be

p.s. thank you andrea gibson, you don't even know what you did