i misspell angel & call you my angle. both are true. you, the bright space between lines that leads to where we meet, my intersection of light beams. i never know which direction we gleam, but whenever i speak, i am speaking towards your shine— *** my phone capitalizes your whole name, recognizes love before i do. my bigtall love growing beyond my toes! a trombone brassing out my mouth! i’m bringing the whole band & blasting piano keys: what a fortune, to write in your lifetime, to adore each note & ring. *** autocorrect changes i love you to i live you. a supreme truth. i live your presence, your absence. at death, your ghost, its long prints of moans. i live you i live you i live you in every shape of home. my angle. i live you. backwards & forwards, forested & open-fielded, with all my fingers & throat.
Samantha Fain is a writer from Indiana. Her first chapbook, “Coughing Up Planets,” debuted with Vegetarian Alcoholic Press in March, and her microchap “sad horse music” debuted with The Daily Drunk in May. Her work has appeared in The Indianapolis Review, SWWIM, 8 Poems, and others. She tweets at @smnthfn. Find her at samanthafain.com.