It is looking
at pictures of the house, lamplight on,
bright noise heard from blocks down the road
Patches of white far from my own, different
we have been too distrustful, finding new things to love.
I keep my fingers crossed slow dancing
anticipating a regrettable pull,
a new dark orbit.
It was a different front yard
where I would mew
to be let in
under an open window.
It was all spotlight
it was down feather falling, crooked
an aria I wrote about odyssey sirens,
hitched over the cheap keyboard
in a well-lit dance studio
then, I swore younger and with passion-
Growing toward the state line
Feeling nothing but
To let someone walk you home
To write the song as it comes
To see yourself
and forgive yourself.
Alexus Erin originally hails from Princeton, New Jersey and currently resides in Scotland. Her written work specializes in the theoretical frameworks of embodiment, as well as feminist, gender, critical race, culture and music, as well as environmental justice studies. Erin’s first novel was published in 2009. Her poetry has previously appeared in Potluck Magazine, the Melanin Collective, The Nervous Breakdown, The Audacity (audacityzine.com), and a host of others. More recently, Erin completed her first chapbook, Descant, which is set to be released by Saucepot Publishing.
Illustration by Van Hong (website).