I refused to look down
pressed raw against the floor to ceiling glass
sixteen stories and tasting your tongue
and god damn, did my voice sound how I’d imagined,
did the rope feel like home, did the ceiling stretch with me into
what seemed impossible
and I knew, I knew,
there was no such forever as my teeth
grazed the instep of your foot – sure,
I admit it, I admit it, I admit it –
I was clinging to that place, to what we knew were lies
the moment you whispered them,
and yes, okay, fine, as you moaned that I was yours
and I was hanging helplessly,
I refused to look down.
Robin Sinclair (they/them) is a queer, genderqueer writer of mixed heritage and mixed emotions.
Their debut book of poetry, Letters To My Lover From Behind Asylum Walls (Cosmographia Books, 2018), discusses themes of identity, gender, and mental illness.
Their chapbook, Jeanette Killed Her Husband (And Buried Him Off Of Shades of Death Road) is a 2020 Ghost City Press Summer Series selection that discusses themes of revenge, causality, and local folklore.
Find Robin at RobinSinclairBooks.com