I’ve lost her again. I’m afraid to find her
here, in this prayer, that always finds her
the plucked string beneath the cup makes the water
shiver—ever outward—you’re not meant to find her
vetiver & bergamot to oil the hair
soft grapeseed oil for the heart—nothing binds her
the deep water in me echoes in my well
the drop-tuned string loose and taut the moon behind her
Friend, it isn’t good for me to look for You
in anyone else—again. Let me find Her
—strong-feather-armed seagull, leave this place behind
reverse your circles—breathe—unwind Her
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slp is a Madqueer poet, songwriter, musician, and educator living in Colorado. Their manuscripts have been finalists multiple times for the Ahsahta Sawtooth Competition, Slope Book Prize, chapbook competitions at Ashahta and Gazing Grains; the 2023 UNLV Black Mountain Institute Witness Literary Award for Creative Nonfiction; and semifinalists at University of Wisconsin Brittingham-Pollak. They produce music and perform as @maudlynmonroe bc they have so many emotions.
