I wanted every cold night to last forever. I wanted to learn to let myself unravel like old gloves, held in your funny hands.
Tag: reading
Letting it Close
The fingers are still hanging open.
Like the screen door.
Like the sentence.
Ready for you to slip
in, close them, finish,
tie up loose ends and
make this have a better ending.
Letter to My Twin Size Bed
I wonder if I will wake to find myself missing the feeling of not having anywhere to go,
not having anywhere to leave.
The Sun Under Our Feet
uncurable
my body has stopped wanting
to be a body,
because it is tired
of pills
and it is tired
of being untouched
and unheld
and left behind
because it is easier
for other bodies
not to have to
drag it along.
my body has stopped wanting,
and this is scary
but hopefully also means
it is finally time to rest.
Germany, July
We ride a lot of trains here.
I always get stuck on the side with too much sun.
My freckles are coming back.
I’m so grateful I don’t have words.
Thought I’d lost them.
My feet are so tired they don’t remember rest.
My soles are in the shapes of cobblestones.
I can point out the cities I’ve crossed through
by the grooves from the rocks on my heels.
Bring them home.
A handful of dust from under each bed
I ever dreamt about you in.
I forgot to buy souvenirs,
too distracted,
but there’s enough sand in my suitcase
to make us a mountain.
Forgive the grains in my teeth
when I smile. This was a summer
I relearned my grin
and it would be too cruel to ask me
to stop.
July 5, 2018
It hasn’t been easy, without you.
I wouldn’t want it to be.
You were the moment that made this year
momentous, and even though it’s
not what it was, anymore,
I’m glad the memory gets to go
untouched. I know I don’t have
the same fate.
Sometimes it’s the middle of the night and I
forget, that we aren’t like we were,
and I’m halfway through a poem to you when
I realize I’m writing you,
yet again, and you won’t know,
because you don’t look for me,
at least I think you don’t,
sometimes the songs on your playlists sound
a little bit too much like
me,
and I hate that it makes me start to hope
you haven’t forgotten, you keep
looking, you maybe find yourself
halfway through a thought of me
before you remember
it’s probably best if you didn’t.
I hate that I don’t quite believe me.
I hate that I don’t quite know
what to do with my hands
when they’re not holding yours.
OCEAN GROWING
And in a strange and terrifying flutter of wings, or maybe in a wave wake of a ship, my first book is out in the world.
Ocean Growing, by Meghan Bennett, available on Amazon and Kindle now and 5ever. It’d mean the world to me if you got a copy, left a review, shared with a friend ❤ It's so daunting to put your heart out into the world, but here goes.
xx,
Meg.
Review of (the beautiful) You Know Me Well
It has been a very long time since I’ve read an entire book in a single day, but with this one, I couldn’t bear to stop. It was beautiful.
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