sound hour
I look out of the small kitchen window
above the table,
and saw the skin of your elbow
hanging from the outline
of a phantom shard glass.
I heard your voice
on the radio
while I was scrolling
between the static
and bits of gospel,
and it fit –
so immaculate.
I felt your grip
where his hands were placed
around my shaved ankles,
and broken wrists,
pulling and quartering
my trunk and head away
from my limbs.
I wrapped my tongue
across the plastic cherry
he shoved in my mouth,
and I dreamt of you,
while I was
widespread awake
I tasted you,
with Sugar straddling my chest,
and picnic ants crawling out from
between my legs.
they arranged themselves
on the bed sheets
in the shape of your name.
I think even in my hair
missed you,
as it wound
around my head
in search for the palm
of your rock salt hands.
Britta Alford– also known as “Britta, No Filter” and “UNiTED”– is a nonbinary, multidisciplinary artist, sociopolitical and animal rights activist, writer, and poet based in New York City. As a member of the LGBTQIA+ community, their main goal in their artistic endeavors is liberation of the marginalized, the othered, and the strange. We must all do our part to fight for climate justice and listen more to the weathered voices around us– the young embers being snuffed out by Capitalism. Go vegan. Vote with compassion, and always try your hardest to do what’s best for the 99 percent.
