Danez Smith - Undetectable

soundless, it crosses a line, quiets into a seed

 

& then whatever makes a seed. almost like gone

 

but not gone. the air kept its shape. not antimatter

 

but the memory of matter. or of it mattering. it doesn’t

 

cross my mind now that it whispers so soft it’s almost

 

silence. but it’s not. someone dragged the screaming boy

 

so deep into the woods he sounds like the trees now.

 

gone enough. almost never here. daily, swallowed

 

within a certain window, a pale-green trail on the tongue...