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somewhere aela camozzi

a place of my own

a place of our own

a place

alone

close your eyes with me

i walked across an empty land

take the last road on the left

swerve round glowing green

mind the bridges

watch the incline

leave them behind

i knew the pathway like the back of my hand

press bare feet into petals

feel light

a tiny house on the hill

surrounded by wildflowers

i felt the earth beneath my feet

a creek down the way

always full

always flowing

a hidden spring

just for us

sat by the river and it made me complete

look out toward the bay

among purple find gold

a redwood grove

winding through the valley

i came across a fallen tree

there’s a stillness

things have settled

things are budding

in stillness we find life

i felt the branches of him looking at me

the pitter-patter of rain

sadaf tea on my tongue

stitch together lost time

hum melodies

while washing dishes

will you please

play that record again

is this the place we used to love?

dance with me on

the porch to

the sound of

crickets

to the sound of

clouds making way for

constellations

is this the place that i’ve been dreaming of?

spot the archer

watch geminids fall

shift the cosmos to

luminous ground

birthed by light

we step on heaven

as it gazes up to

honor us

oh simple thing where have you gone?

a studio extension

wide enough for

dreaming and

soft enough for

sewing and

just enough to

re-member

i’m getting old and i need something to rely on

histories of women

t a k i n g u p s p a c e

see cynthia in the field

a giant

her feet in the soil

head gracing the skyline

she grasps the clouds

balancing your world on

her universe

healing

so tell me when you’re gonna let me in

meet pallavi

between the dots

we can’t be split to

go home

we can’t be split into

two halves

reject the return address

regurgitate violence

i’m getting tired and i need somewhere to begin

on the full moon

hear wings flap

ang manananggal

nandito ka

kalahati ngunit buo

demonized

hungry

jenifer made you an executive

two halves are still a whole

this could be the end of everything

map our dreams in

watercolor cutouts

guided by emotion

drawn to terrain

by lydia

follow the curve to

her colors reflecting

bouquets we hang to

dry upside down to

save spring for summer to

mend dryness

keep color

make a home

so why don’t we go?

— somewhere

by aela camozzi on

the ninth of may

two thousand

twenty

Works Cited

  • Luminous Ground by Ala Ebtekar (Image 10)
  • Location, Location, Location by Cynthia Tom (Image 12)
  • Between the Dots by Pallavi Sharma (Image 13)
  • Mananangoogle by Jenifer K. Wofford (Image 14)
  • Atlas of Dreams by Lydia Nakashima Degarrod (Image 15)
  • Poem and all other images by Micaela (Aela) Camozzi
  • Lyrics from "Somewhere Only We Know" by Keane
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