I’ve never met a coward that I
was too afraid to love.
And when I say “love,”
I mean, lose.
And when I say “lose,”
I mean loose lips,
misplaced
the opposite of closed –
shut.
I misplace your name in my mouth,
say you’re only part of you
because you’re part of me,
mine,
these messy movements.
Come, let me show you –
the error of our ways words
how we’re all living typos
crying cured cursed
what’s hidden
in plain sight.
Alicia Turner is a grant writer & storyteller from WV. Her work is featured or forthcoming in Voicemail Poems, FreezeRay Poetry, Luna Luna, Defunkt, époque press, Space City Underground, The Daily Drunk, Sybil Journal, ExPat Press, Rejection Letters, Screen Door Review, J Journal, among others. Follow her on Instagram: @leeshycup.