Poem for my lover, Mr. Furious

Poem
Written By nat raum

i am cakebaked and collapsed

into you on my floor mattress

on the last tuesday sundown of june and 

i am once again asking where the fuck

you came from. and it’s not that i don’t 

know what history books will say

about you and me, but rather that i

may never understand this new 

and invisible gossamer which kisses me

each time i bristle at a gentle shoulder

graze but liquefy back into you once 

i see myself in the softest darks

of your irises as i would reflected

in morning coffee.

Cover photo by Bernadetta Warrs

nat raum

nat raum (b. 1996) is a queer disabled artist and writer from Baltimore, MD. They’re an MFA candidate in Creative Writing & Publishing Arts and have work published or forthcoming with CLOVES Literary, trampset, and perhappened, among others. They’re also the editor-in-chief of fifth wheel press. Find them online: natraum.com/links.

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