Saint Julian Press Poet
Melissa Studdard - Writer - Poet - English Professor - Editor
Someday I’ll meet you again,
and we’ll sleep like the eyes of hurricanes,
lidless in our trek to taste each other’s tongues
as they throw dirt over my face and into the quivers
of my throat. I’ve been meaning to say a little
something each night, to light a candle
in the doorframe, set fire
to the empty church: For you, I’d drive
the people back into each other’s arms,
where they could see, finally, your
softness again. I meant to say I knew you
were unhoused, the original nomad. There were
none living there among the pews. What was left
was pressed among the pages of psalmody.
And this is no new thing. Another costume off:
My golden hair. My blue-green eyes. Shed beneath the dirt.
I meant to say, how are you? And, also, this is not about
me. Because there are tigers scratching
at the swirling wind. And there are monsters
banging on the shutter doors. Because I’ve had
no time to think or eat properly or rest. It was all
just a blind sneeze in the wind. Let me know everything
about you, please. I’ll go back. Do it right this time.
I’ll be a dragonfly, a pebble, an earthworm, a flea.
by Melissa Studdard
Poems from Melissa Studdard's first poetry collection published by Saint Julian Press.
Cover Art: The Bravest Woman Size, 40 x 30
Oil On Canvas by Eric Anfinson. Used by gracious permission of the artist.
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