Ocean
I’ve got insomnia
again. I lay awake
for hours, listening
to the fan whirl
as my thoughts swim
round and round to you.
You’re six hours
behind so when I can’t
sleep we text, the quiet
pinging of your incoming
message the whale song
I listen for. We tread
carefully but each message
has an undercurrent. We wade
deeper into these waters, aware
of the rip tide threatening below.
I split my life between two
oceans, split my body between
two pairs of hands – floating
toward the current, my heart
underwater, the hands
capable of saving
or drowning me.
Shelter
His voice is a storm
I’ve learned to weather.
He lives in a state of tornado
watches and hurricane warnings.
The sun hidden by storm
clouds for so long my skin
has grown pale and translucent.
A ghost-girl growing cold,
my blue blood pumping slowly.
I zip up my raincoat, my parka,
my all-weather jacket. I brace
myself for the torrent
of words and rage he’ll throw
at me. The anger raining down,
stinging my skin, invisible
cuts that will never quite heal
but will sing with pain every
time lightning strikes.
I’ve started seeking shelter elsewhere,
finding warmth and words from another
mouth. His hands never curl into thunder-
fists, his tongue never spins
an uncontrolled storm. I shed
my layers, find the sun in his skin.
Lay content in his clear skies.
Courtney LeBlanc is the author of the chapbooks All in the Family (Bottlecap Press) and The Violence Within (forthcoming, Flutter Press) and is an MFA candidate at Queens University of Charlotte. Her poetry is published or forthcoming in Public Pool, Rising Phoenix Review, The Legendary, Germ Magazine, Glass, Brain Mill Press, and others. She loves nail polish, wine, and tattoos. Read her blog at www.wordperv.com, follow her on twitter: @wordperv, or find her on facebook: www.facebook.com/poetry.CourtneyLeBlanc.
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