Tuesday, September 6, 2022
Takes One to Know One by Catherine Arra
She knows he’s broken, another
fragmented boy grown into a cut-up man.
She recognizes the boyish grin, shoulder shrug,
the shyness masking an armored core.
She smells the layers of longing
how they fill, swell, bind him in a black vortex.
She expects the dark ghost reining
a crazed horse, the storm of wails and want.
It’s true, she smells feeling, especially
pain turned to rage, how it blood-runs
with nicotine and THC, fires up and
fractures into the constellations of his history.
She tastes it in his kiss,
old hope callused to concrete.
She braces it in his hips,
lets him hammer it down until it shatters.
She sees it in his eyes, how the light pinpoints
to the tip of a sword ready to strike.
and lets him in anyway.
Catherine Arra is the author of four full-length collections and three chapbooks. Her newest work Solitude, Tarot & the Corona Blues is forthcoming from Kelsay Books in 2023. Arra is a native of the Hudson Valley in upstate New York, where she teaches part-time and facilitates local writing groups. Find her at www.catherinearra.com
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