“In Lust on a Wednesday”
Jesus Christ, have you
seen
yourself? I didn't know
I cared about
height until I met you,
skyscraping
through the house
reaching ceiling corners
to catch bugs and put
them outside
instead of killing them.
The way your
brown, silky hair
tumbles its slight curls
into your face, your
ice-blue eyes
sometimes completely
hidden. Speaking
of your eyes - what the
fuck? I could
stare at them all day. I
could stare at you
all day.
“Long Night”
The night my cat didn't die,
I remember her there so clearly.
her green-yellow spill on the carpet
soaked-in and foaming angrily. I remember
crying, holding her, begging
whatever version of her could hear me
to hang on. And you were there
to comfort me during one of my
longest nights. You kissed
my forehead, told me
things would
be better in the morning,
and they were.
"Version Two"
My love for you
is like
space debris -
difficult to
account
for (there are
no words for this).
Rachel Tanner is a queer, disabled writer from Alabama whose
work has recently appeared in Tenderness Lit, Wine Cellar Press,
and elsewhere. She has a monthly videogame writing column in Videodame and
she tweets @rickit.