For the Nostalgic
on midnight
you remember being six.
your cartoon fingers.
your hips playing.
your death:
sternum to floor. pelvis made
a wishbone. time turned
albino. slid spine. speckled chin.
a palms pearled red.
a shoulders stirred bow.
became moans. became moon. became marrow.
lungs forward. legs coiled into creek.
head to floor.
breathe.
blood to floor.
then
release.
About the Poet
Luther Hughes is an undergraduate poetry student at Columbia College Chicago. His works have appeared in Espial, The Voices Project, Howl and MUSED Magazine. You can follow him on Twitter @lutherxhughes. He thinks you are beautiful.