“That time I was in London” By Sasha at her kitchen table

Wednesday October 23, 2019
5:40pm
5 minutes
Tumble Home
Amy Hempel

I fell for you in your
tiny apartment in London
the strange pipes creaking
and seven roommates making
food in the early hours

I got sick that trip
shivering and shaking
seeing auras of light
around bodies and doorways
you brought me
bone broth and daisies
you told me
“everything is going to be ok”

you told me
stories about when you were young
and how your father never
raised his voice
his hand was another story
your mother smoked
Salem’s by the carton
braided your sister’s hair
so tight that her head itched

When I was finally well enough
to emerge from your small bedroom
my healing cave
we went for curry on the corner
”burn the last of it out of you”

you said