somewhere feelings are the color of salt somewhere twilight isn’t so greedy
somewhere i smash dishes against the wall
i drown out the noise of violent bodies
somewhere feels like home feels like heaven
i could call you without repercussions somewhere i love myself
somewhere my parents aren’t divorced somewhere i’m not divorced from myself
somewhere the sound of lions making love the smell of daffodils
the taste of fresh macaroons my backpack is always half-empty
the train is just arriving
somewhere words fall from my lips like smoke
somewhere i feel like writing somewhere everyone is naked without speaking
somewhere there is speaking without pressure somewhere books are free
we are free trees grow without oxygen
somewhere we grow without questioning it
somewhere the planet is uninhabitable somewhere we dance a million ballets
Daryl Sznyter received her MFA in poetry from The New School and her BA in creative writing from Pepperdine University. Previous and forthcoming publications include Word Fountain, Best American Poetry blog, Noble / Gas Qtrly, Bluestem Magazine and anthology Theories of HER. She currently resides in Dunmore, Pennsylvania.
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