Like Something Cool
Azia DuPont
I don’t know how many ways I can say I’m sad.
I keep tucking I’m sad into tiny spaces, like
The space between my mattress and the floor,
Your back pocket as I watch
You walk away from me.
I don’t know how many times I’m sad
Has meant I miss you.
I keep dressing I’m sad in I hate you
And Never talk to me again but nothing ever
Seems to fit right.
I’m sad weeps for a chance at another disguise.
I’m sad wilts yellow again into the only thing
I’m sad knows—another body.
I don’t know how many arms
Have held I’m sad. I keep reminding I’m sad
To be soft,
To maybe smile more and remind all the arms
How safe they feel, how strong.
But don’t be needy, I say. Make it sound
Like something cool,
Like a compliment and, Shh, I’m sad;
Don’t let them know how he broke you.
Azia DuPont lives in Southern California. She founded the small press, Dirty Chai, in 2012. Her writing has appeared in Maudlin House, Dead Flowers: A Rag | Bohemian Pupil Press, Squawk Back, Sheepshead Review and elsewhere. You can find her online at www.aziadupont.com or via Twitter @aziadupont.