Sarah Osit

I want to give him room
To breathe
Desire it greatly
With the breathe
Comes fluidity
With fluidity
Comes trust
With trust
Comes more
More
more
more
more

Deserving of
Rightly so
Justice, pine, hair, woman, you and I
Thank you Robert Hass
For I no longer can pretend
I have the words still
Longing we say because desire is full of endless distances
Trascendslifetimes
One word

Keep meeting at the so called
Sore spots
Only when inner growth needs to happen
Do his hands somehow find a way
To touch me
I do not
move

A funny game we play
do you like it?
I am asked

I thrive in it
Eat popsiscles
In it
Get off
In it
Funny game

After his set
he says
“Did you see me look at you?”
he continues
“I could only see your shape”

Sarah Osit is a poet living in Brooklyn New York. A NY native, she has been a featured reader at KGB, Pete’s Candy Store and Jefferson Market Library. She runs a bi monthly poetry mic called Bad Words in Bushwick. Several of her poems can be found in print in the monthly PITS (poetry is a team sport) zine. She wants you to know you look beautiful today.