Poem by Jenn Cable

The hollow inside
Fills with air
The shutters rattle
heart pumps steady and fast
Skin that binds the organs
Warms pressed against the other.
We can only be this close.
The interiority of these thoughts
And words will never be enough
As they slip through my fingers
Like Silver-scaled fishes
Reflected and refracted through water across stones.
We are so far from each other--
My cheekbone pressed into your rib.
Your eyes closed and
Thoughts impenetrable.
The distance between
Us is immeasurable--
[So] I close my eyes to the dark
And turn away.