Today’s Poem

Like Words Could Do This

“Language is not the same thing as honey or squids or cold winds; nor is it the same as thoughts or feelings or perceptions,” Sharon Crowley, Ancient Rhetorics for Contemporary Students

On an overcast morning you called
me honey, brought coffee and poached
eggs. It was all an act and part of our game:
Lip to tooth to tongue and cuss.
Like the shower and under other waters
writing on each others’ bodies in squid ink.
Every cold wind was flowing
through Brooklyn that winter and I wasn’t
moving there anytime too soon.
A place isn’t anchored only with a name.
Otherwise, why would New York City
still shadow me.

-Jason Braun