I fall in love quickly with no assessment
of the consequences. You have two hands,
I think, and they are full. You have no
more room in your heart for anyone.
A quick wit does not assuage guilt.
Quiet, must keep this quiet. I step around
hazards chalked on the pavement
in pastels. Today the skin was bare
when it never was before. I write
a dissertation in my head as to why,
then present it to the clouds. The hush
of raindrops challenges my position.
I tell our story in languages
invented while your back is turned.
I map our future on glassine paper
that crumbles under pressure.
Josette Torres received her MFA in Creative Writing from Virginia Tech. She also holds a BA in English and Creative Writing from Purdue University. She is the Writer-in-Residence at The Lyric Theatre in Blacksburg, Virginia.