Slow Dance Furious
by: Amber McBride
“It is sheer good fortune to miss somebody long before they leave you.”
—Toni Morrison
When you die, I’ll wear you like invisibility, keep you like a phantom limb.
I’ll cast spells on my skin, leaving enough braille to remember what rot blurs.
Why are we trained to cut red strings, to shake off pain so fast? Why am I still sitting here,rocking between straight tie business meetings and strip naked runaway wolf-child.
(Slow Dance Furious was originally published in Rust+Moth in February 2018. Check out the literary magazine and read the rest of the poem at Rust+Moth)