Your body was a song I know. Our arms are
the room. There are no more
metaphors. Slurred words landing on moonlight
and all I can say is, I have
regrets on both sides of this, as I turn off the lights
on our musculature, letting your
whisper tumbleweed down my spine. You’re the breath
of my next lifetime, I say. You clasp
your hand over my mouth, slick like a thunderstorm
in the middle of the afternoon.
Olivia Muñoz is the author of the chapbook, These Women Carry Purses Full of Knives, winner of the Latin American Poetry prize from the Blue Mountain Review. Her work appears in the San Pedro River Review, Thimble Literary Magazine, La Raíz Magazine, and other publications. Born and raised in Saginaw, Michigan, she now calls the West Coast home.