THE WEATHER IN HERE
At any distance
there’s still distance she said
freezing hand a whisper
above the flesh
of my thigh. It wouldn’t matter
if I were on another
continent instead of here
on this couch
right beside you. We’d be
just as far apart. Eighty
seven reasons why
it mattered ached
on my tongue
but it was her turn
to keep speaking. Even when you think
you are touching someone
you never truly are she said
as she touched me.
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ALLISON PASTER-TORRES lives in New York, where she writes, performs, and educates. Her work has appeared in Memoryhouse Magazine, Rat’s Ass Review, and Glass Journal.
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Read more by Allison Paster-Torres:
Poem in Memoryhouse Magazine
Poem in Glass Journal
Three poems in Rat’s Ass Review