Poem By Maya Workowski: I Know You

I know you. I know the weary bones of you / like the wind knows a branch / or a spoon knows the clatter / of an empty soup bowl. I know you. I know the weary bones of you / though these years have put wide earth between us. I do. know you. still. / and in the years your heart did not beat / next to mine / I encountered the small of your back / in the delicate bands of dandelion stems / I consoled myself / in the presence of new lovers / by calling to mind your loving face / your kind body / your unabated humor. / by counting switchbacks / across sheets / and suddenly the whole affair did not seem so / terrible. / suddenly the whole affair seemed / delightful. / when I pictured your laugh atop your shoulders / the sky seemed to open its wings; / your memory a half-light around me. 

Author Maya Workowski  

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