Forgetting Dead Dad’s Face, Feeling Bad, Fuck!
I don’t know
if I’d recognize you
today.
I do, sometimes.
Tired, bearded men.
Strangers in fish
shirts, skin leathery
and pink.
The slow spread
of a worked
back.
None
you,
yet,
you.
I’m forgetting.
The turn of things,
their edges.
Where the eyebrow starts
and finishes.
How the furrow forms waves
in the skin.
You had a deep voice.
Metal in your wrist
I think, I think
of your nose.
I can’t place it.
Brown and brown eyes.
Brown hair and
Naudia Reeves is a queer Floridian poet and a new transfer to Michigan. Her work explores themes of queerness, loss, and self-critique, often featuring one of her four delightful but naughty cats. Her work has been published in The Mangrove Review, The Swamp Ape Review, and other outlets.