sometimes it’s like i’m speaking to an empty room

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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