✨ Saint of avowal
I wrote this poem...
Saint of avowal I wrote this poem so many times. First because I was exploding. Then I had to write it quietly so no one would find out. There is the thing, and the translation of the thing. Everything else became about the fear, the way a space could be neglected or even filled. The fault between hunger and indulgence. The way I want and I covet makes you nauseous, makes you whole. It isn’t that I’m keeping a secret. More that I am ruinous. I find myself at a sort of shoreline. I wake up in water. I clean the salt from my hair. —Lisa Marie Basile
First published in Moria. Used with permission of the poet. Photo by Eric Muhr, Unsplash license.





Lovely
Clever and moving, but most of all, I love the title!