Voice Over: Val Cole

Editor & Visual Design by Adam Bilyea

Produced by Matthew Toffolo

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POEM:

I crave you, but I forgot
how to want. So I panic.

Distract myself like the days
I flirted death. Like the days
before I found the right
piece of myself to kill.

I yip and dance, shoot the moon,
pop the gum; snap the rubber band
secure around the wrist
once held down.

But the relief of it
Ah. The relief of it.

That toe dip and plunge into the Styx.
I bury into her hollow, into her swell.
Not dirt, nor ash, but a riptide wrapping
of desire of breath and thrum.

Your phantom limbs wired to pull
me out. Your laugh a shimmer

a piece of tackle— and I am caught.
You pull me in and again I forget
her. I forget everything,
every thing, but you.