fogos locais

Kate Tempest

I leave work

and immediately take refuge

on her voice

as if she were my longed for silence,
my breath

and my immunity.
she shelters me
and through her
I escape

from nausea,
struggle, clichés, slogans,
complaint and voracity,
until I can feel
human again.
she pulls me out of the dirt
like a hook,
she entangles me
to the throat.
I drop my head,
close my eyes,
there was never
a time like this.
I drink an ocean
and I fall
to the center of the earth
where she swallows me.
impassive and unapologetic
my body crosses the city
as a language
that contains
the naked horror
of truth.
there’s not a drop
of need in me.
in awe, I am nourished,
whole,
and filled with fire.