Poetry

Nations of My Body

Poem

Ema Dumitru
Scribe
Published in
1 min readJun 12, 2024

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Photograph by Ema Dumitru

It did not seem to hurt much.
Falling in love and into the darkness after.
Loving a person and saying so.
Departure.
The anti-sun, staring down at me, its dark heat spreading
like quickfire. Evaporating my tears and desire.
Retreat.
Islands of memory, like great breaths of fresh air,
in a room where I’ve been unable to breathe
for a very long time. Standing clear,
knowing perfectly well where I am: in the human heart
fanatic, possessed, terrible, wiser, asking:
“Am I not real, warm for you?”
Resisting this destructive nearness.
In full rebellion opposing my heart,
trying to seduce the nations of my body against it.
My first enemy. Enemies are never this gentle,
are never this. Heart bejeweled with my thoughts,
attempts, like warriors who wear the skins of their foes,
as if it’s all it is made of.
And if I missed a beat, there was always the next.

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