There was something about how it felt. Not just the during-
That rough churn of bulk and breath, limb and tooth, the mass of us,
The quickness we made and rode –But mostly the before.
The waiting , knowing what would become. Pang. Pleasure then pain.
Then the underwater ride or after. Thrown –off like a coat over a bridge.
Somehow you’d just give away what you’d die without. You just gave.
The best was having nothing. No hope. No name in the throat.
And finding the breath in you, the body, to ask.
lilith, medusa and all the rest 2020
48 x 36 inches
oil on canvas
At Some Point, They’ll Want to Know What it Was Like
Tracy K. Smith
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