In the quiet of my nights
I get out of your ashes
I got the pieces of you
the time or lies
couldn’t take every dress
towards marvel at
how deep they are
and how I have not
died more than once
over loving you over
waiting for you aching
for you through
open dried envelopes
and all text messages
and emails
still the way
with I love use
written all over them
and threw them
the deepest parts
of my hungry as
desired late beer
in the language of
my mothers and
I wonder how
and wonder
why this love
didn’t kill me
when you have a chance
-JBHarris, September 2021
I Breathe Fire 