my throat makes by atm.itm
my throat makes
atm.itm
corridors into cloth
carries shimmering light
i have forgotten
how fabric can be light as light
stitches from hands
i have not met
rest lightly on my shoulder
it is the words
hard to say that stick to my mind
it is your words
that do not know how to die
make me sing out
wretched and loud
i strain them against the current
currently shaking into sea
salty and rocky
my throat
feels the bulge
of the apple cork
stuck inside
i hope you’ll still hear me
my throat makes sounds
i am not your enemy
i believe it to be true
this belief does not make it so
my eyes capture what you left behind
footsteps transmuting light
we walked
never the same are you
never the same am i
i hope we never meet again
the same
More from atm.itm ↓
- @atm.itm on Instagram
- @atmitm on Substack
- They are co-founder of studio somnus: a creative project agency
Mentioned in this episode:
Write After: National Poetry Month with One Poem Only
Write After is a way to encourage poets to listen and write, and use National Poetry Month to highlight how listening to poetry makes us better poets. I know I write the best when I’m surrounded by beautiful poetry–it’s part of the reason I created this podcast, and I want to encourage others to share this practice. We'll get started in April. You can share to #WriteAfterOPO.
