The Shape of It


every memory

imprinted on my skin

heart stretches

raw and thin

threatens to fray

and somehow strengthens

from the weight

of longing

when I hear your voice

I become transdimensional

I am home

I am present

I am next to you

I am deep in me

I am in our past

and in our future


my senses light up

as if you are in the room

you take up space

even in your absence

posing questions

that cannot be answered

right now,

like a snake

eating its tail

a love that has no beginning

and no end.



Kelly M. Marshall

Freelance writer + author. Yogi. Trans and nonbinary. They/Them.