slowburn: a sapphic poetry collection

by Ama Lee

Something broke I cried you left rinse and repeat

My stories come from the place in my soul where my voice cannot reach so I write

how can a burnt thing learn to live again I fear I am too late for a life of green, lush things

I only ever wanted to be enough somehow in the trying I always end up too much

“Let’s be friends” relief regret “So this is how it ends”