Your
Absence is a Blessing and a Void
Sometimes
I get so mad
I could
swallow the sun
carry it
inside me
radiating
but never burning
until I
become a celestial body
revolving with
the sun
never
bowing to it
twirling—an
infinite waltz
because
maybe
I wouldn’t
feel so powerless
if I had
the sun inside me.
Nicole Bird
Nicole's work has appeared in the Ariel Chart International Literary Journal, Monadnock Underground, and Granfalloon, among others. Her poetry has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize. She’s currently at work revising a poetry collection, as well as honing her gluten free baking skills. You can read more about Nicole at nicolebirdthewriter.com.
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Poetry