“Promises of a Matryoshka Doll”

Sydney Kim


Did you mean for your hands to curl briefly over mine?

Because the static pulse of mere skin on skin

have sent the bees in my mouth into a buzzing frenzy.

Did you mean for your name to get stuck

between these piano teeth? Because I can’t help but notice,

the weathering on the strings—

and how they don’t hum right anymore.

What I’m getting at is this:

I will hold you accountable for waking this hunger in me,

This insatiable appetite to hold your light.

What I’m saying is—

I will teach you what it means to be someone’s

hopeless despair, their hungry fervour.

I will teach you what it means to be devoured whole.

Poetry arrangement by Sydney Kim