You sloping-blue, lonely song
swimming in the deep of me.
You body of cerulean wishes
that stick close as water.
I keep fishing in the midnight sea black of me
for ways to tell people about
the thoughts you slide inside my throat.
But all I come up with
are dinner-party-shallow lines
stuck like hooks in my smile.
Who taught the secret longing in you
to sing like that–
so that no person
with the world firm under their feet
could ever hope to hear it?
Are you lonely in there,
frequently dreaming of acceptance
in a language located on your own frequency?
Do your eyes grow tired of watching
for lighthouse hearts like yours?
Do they spit salt tears at the moon
whenever your worst memories surface?
Or does the sky rock your soul in ocean waves
until you can sleep with your mistakes wrapped around you,
and is that company enough?
If you answer me, will I even know you have done so?
Or will I keep babbling, keep bubbling up
this cheap-champagne laugh,
until I drown out all the music you are trying to make of me?
MORGAN NIKOLA-WREN began writing poetry for various literary periodicals in 2013. She is a winner of the Pangaea Worldwide Poetry Slam, 2016, and has published four books of poetry. Her debut book, Magic with Skin On, received a Goodreads Choice nomination for Best Poetry Book of 2017.
Morgan ran away with her husband’s circus for a year, but now works at a school library, which is not all that different. She is perpetually searching for new favorite words, more black clothing, and the perfect design for her next tattoo.