Les Inséparables

Poem

Photograph by Ema Dumitru

Once we were happy.
Then your heart broke forever,
clinging to my collages, and noir posters,
my Japanese notebooks, and Chinese knives,
my Joan, Stevie, Dylan.

Once we were les inséparables.
Then I walked you barefoot to the door,
sweeping summer evenings with the heel of my foot
into a lifetime of…