or form, nature. really, i was full of it
like a new baby
dropped on the bathroom floor.
we were stages of development.
a series of giving
empty. a love song with a common name
you grew up with, but never heard anyone
call, ask for.
in the aisle of the grocery store
you were a bodhisattva, hungry & i was
helpless, eager to be.
Hannah Cohen lives in Virginia & is pursuing her MFA at Queens University of Charlotte, where she's a poetry editorial assistant for the literary magazine Qu. Her poems are in december, weirderary, The Tishman Review & elsewhere. She's on Twitter as @hcohenpoet.