Simone Person
Lovebomb
My most shrapnel-edged secret is that I still love
him. In my dreams, he comes back. Holds me, doesn’t apologize,
but we both know we’re sorry for all our big mess.
I slip back so easy
into him I barely notice. I help him bury the girl
he bruised me. Death-mask into gentler body.
Here, in this rose-ringed world he builds,
I conjure happiness.
Piecemeal into girlish wanting. I never mind all the dust
I collect waiting up late for him to come home. I don’t even remember
my life before him. I am the prettiest thing in his curio cabinet.
A blush behind glass.
him. In my dreams, he comes back. Holds me, doesn’t apologize,
but we both know we’re sorry for all our big mess.
I slip back so easy
into him I barely notice. I help him bury the girl
he bruised me. Death-mask into gentler body.
Here, in this rose-ringed world he builds,
I conjure happiness.
Piecemeal into girlish wanting. I never mind all the dust
I collect waiting up late for him to come home. I don’t even remember
my life before him. I am the prettiest thing in his curio cabinet.
A blush behind glass.
Biography
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Simone Person (they/she) is a Black queer femme and two-time Pink Door Writing Retreat fellow. They are the author of Dislocate, the prose winner of the 2017 Honeysuckle Press Chapbook Contest, and Smoke Girl, the poetry winner of the 2018 Diode Editions Chapbook Contest. Simone grew up in small Michigan towns and Toledo, Ohio. She can be found at simoneperson.com.
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