Before I speak I weigh
the heaviness of your
name. The shape doesn’t
concern me anymore.
In the past I could
want in voids, in
unnamed and
unanswered. Now I
witness you under
the sun. It’s still
bright within the sixth
hour these
days.
You still make cameos in
unstructured
thoughts. You still make
me feel.
I’ll go back to my favorite
love story. Talk me into
accepting
slivers when
I’m hunting for
deep cuts.
Marcella Haddad is a writer, dancer, and Nutella fanatic currently based in Western Mass. She is an MFA candidate at UMass Amherst and an instructor at Grubstreet.