disperse you
trace me, trace me trace me back
until before you,
until before there was you–
forward until the after-effects of you wear off
how I never want you to be gone from me
I want a spell put on me–
to quietly disperse you across the field
of my existence
the way my mother’s ashes
***
From pilgrimage foliage
remembrances
when we were
bells
summer light
touched us
and our
voices
glimmered
Photo: Fading by redagainPatti; licensed under CC BY 2.0 Click here to read Lori Lubeski on the origin of the poem.
Lori Lubeski is the author of Dissuasion crowds the slow worker; STAMINA; Obedient, A body; eyes dipped in longitude lines; and Undermined. She collaborated with printmaker Jakub Kalousek on TRICKLE and Sweet Land, and with artist Jeannette Landrie on has the river of the body risen. New work is featured in Let The Bucket Down, and her forthcoming poetry collection, pilgrimage foliage, will be published this year by Spot Lit Press. Lori lives in Boston, where she teaches at Curry College and Boston University.