Konch Magazine - Places to be by Valerie Deus

Places to be by Anonymous

there are 25 boxes with 
your name on them
25 different places for you to be

San Sebastian
Warsaw
New York

this morning’s burnt bitter coffee
was acidic on my tongue and brings back the conversation 
I’ve been craving to have with you
the dress you bought me last summer shrank in the dryer
the cotton one with the small yellow flowers
the one I wore to your parents’ backyard BBQ when your Aunt finally said “Fuck this” 
and life of dieting was over and had 3 full pieces of apple cherry pie
Like Easter tulips I stood there in the mowed green grass of your parents’ backyard in my yellow dress
Your mother eyed me suspecting I wasn’t quite American enough and not quite Caribbean enough or too much
But you loved me in that dress 
It shrank around the bosom tight around the ribcage 
My heart had grown too big and pushed the buttons out
I hulked in my yellow dress
And listen as you call me from that city Mississippi to the banks of the Hudson