A disappearance
I would like to disappear
into my thin white
body I am day-
dreaming again of
you and him
my blue eyes
are open
two lips,
are four when they
met in secret
in a kitchen
where people
prepare food &
eat because they
are hungry and
cannot wait
wait wait don’t
think for a minute
before you take
a bite of that
Tonight give me
a kiss if I die in
my sleep.
About the Author: Dameion Wagner lives and works in Columbus, Ohio. His work has appeared in Crab Creek Review, Glass: A Journal of Poetry, and The Gordian Review among a few others. He has also written reviews for Heavy Feather Review and The Rumpus. He won Miami University’s 2017 Jordan-Goodman poetry Prize judged by Janice Lowe, and most recently was the 2018 recipient of the Academy of American Poets University Prize. He received his MFA from Miami University’s Low Residency program.
Image Credit: William Henry Fox Talbot “The Bust of Patroclus” (1843) Digital image courtesy of the Getty’s Open Content Program
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