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Honey, (bet you knew that was coming) these days things are impossibly hard. I awake again having forgotten the night before. When I fully regain consciousness, I remember the blood on my fingers. As I write this, I’m crying. These days, I am aching and brief. My god, don’t leave. There are still so many bodies of water we need to sift through. I want to see you in your pajamas in early morning light. I don’t need anything else. I know what I told you, but I take it back, you don’t even need to say you love me. The truth is my body hurts. I wish I could tell you what happened out loud, then other days I want you to eat my poems with your bare hands. I told another person about my stories, and they reminded me how broken my body is. It wasn’t even noon. Would you understand? There is something about you I love so much.
© Sam Moe
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Sam Moe is the author of six books of poetry. Her most recent collection, RED HALCYON, is forthcoming from Querencia Press in 2026. Her debut short story collection, I MIGHT TRUST YOU, is forthcoming from Experiments in Fiction in Spring 2025. She has attended the Sewanee Writers’ Conference and received fellowships from the Longleaf Writers’ Conference and the Key West Literary Seminar. Sam has also received writing residencies from The Writers’ Colony at Dairy Hollow and Château d’Orquevau.
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