Open Water

by Caleb Azumah Nelson

you cried in your kitchen.

Cry #1

In isolation, the hum of the melody raises the hairs on the arm, raises something within you. Have you ever been afraid of what lies within you, what you’re capable of ? Anyway, when you mop up the spill and all that remains is a shiny kitchen tile and your delicate body, made soft by your tears, you stand in your living room, listening to ‘Junie’ by Solange.

I just dont like the jumpy-ness like this. What is the purpose

Do not hold your body stiff but flow like easy water.

I dance to breathe but often I dance until I’m breathless and sweaty and I can feel all of me, all those parts of me I can’t always feel, I don’t feel like I’m allowed to. It’s my space. I make a little world for myself, and I live.’

She smelt of petrichor and a place you might grow to call home.

No she didnt why would she smell like rain

You realize there is a reason clichés exist, and you would happily have your breath taken away, three seconds at a time, maybe more, by this woman.

Your lips meet under the canopy of a tree already showing autumnal symptoms.

do i just hate poetry bc autumnal symptoms??

on a film and cried in the dark. You cry in darkness.

Crying scene #11 I believe