“This is What Being a Hopeless Romantic is Like” by Angelica Moody, Class of 2020
you say we are like blue skies and mountain ranges
you touch me and I feel what you say to me
you touch me and I want to know you
you say I don’t understand you but I want to
I want to know you
“everything?” you ask
everything
I touch you and I want to reach inside of you and let the blood warm my hands
and arms up to the elbows
I cannot be left again
always left, never leaving
I am not afraid of you
I want to sleep inside your ribcage with your heartbeat the rhythm of my breath
when I touch you it feels like a summer day
the sun shining on brown sugar skin we melt
into the terra-cotta ground into the cracks and fissures of the past
when I touch you it feels like time
the time apart like a gulf too wide
our palms touch and the lines etched there intertwine, they have always looked for each other
our ancestors look across great plains at us
we exist in the wink between the stars and the planets
we exist in the wink of the second before the bang that created it all
the universe bends to us like a willow tree
we smile at each other and I feel at home
how could we not exist when existence became for us
ARTIST STATEMENT
I wrote this originally in my journal thinking about love, land, and loss, and thinking about the ways in which those things manifest across space and time and the ways that our own background and history can affect them too.
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