Juliana Norwood’s poem Wait appeared here in December 2012.
Progression-Free Survival
By Juliana Norwood
you spin the same stories
changing the details, red hair,
blue eyes, street corners,
as if those alterations
could mask the
truth
which is:
you do not live
on my skin
you are not
a scar nor
a smile
my blood does
not rise to
your call
changing the details, red hair,
blue eyes, street corners,
as if those alterations
could mask the
truth
which is:
you do not live
on my skin
you are not
a scar nor
a smile
my blood does
not rise to
your call
sing your
same song
for a new
name
as
loud
as
you
like
there are
a thousand
ways of stalking
and none of them
looks like healing
