Nine Novembers Later by Erin Zarro | One Poem Only

A daily reading from One Poem Only—a quiet space for a single poem, read aloud.Nine Novembers LaterErin ZarroTW: ViolenceNine Novembers laterYou plucked flowers from my mouth andweaved them into a crownYou sang me into submission andwe made beautiful music togetherbut in the morning, you didn't remember my name.When I wanted to leave you, you gave me sunlight,promised me forever,slid a dagger through my spine.When you sucked the light from my bones,I cried, and you sewed my tears to my facein silence that burnsIn darkness, you fed me wildflowers and pain.I will gather my bones and I will riseI will shine heavenly light through my empty eye socketsYou will never touch my bones again.Originally written in Esperanto. More from Erin Zarro ↓@erinzpoetry on InstagramHer chapbooks, Life as a Moving Target, and Without Wings are available nowSupport + Stay Connected to OPOIf you’d like to support the show, Substack and Patreon members receive a copy of my book, For My Daughter, along with episodes from the audiobook.Poetry reminds us what matters. Thank you for listening.