choking on our epilogue
Everything’s been hell these past five months
except those four days with you
I don’t know what to do
try to shake the romance out of you like
coins in a slot
desperate for the parts of us that seem
doomed to be forgotten
you’re only intimate behind closed doors but
this isn’t a door it’s a window
small enough to fit in my hands
& all I can do is breathe on the glass &
write our initials in the fog with my pinky
like a little fucking kid
what are the words to fall in love in
what dm can I send to say
I’m choking on our epilogue
memories of kissing clogging up my throat
oh I can hardly breathe around
the way I want to scream your name.

Devon Webb is a 25-year-old poet & writer based in Aotearoa New Zealand. She writes full-time, exploring themes of femininity, youth & vulnerability. She shares her poetry online, through live performance, & has been widely published both locally & internationally. She is the two-time Wellington Slam Poetry Champion & is currently working on the final edits of her debut novel, The Acid Mile. Her work can be found on Instagram, Twitter & TikTok at @devonwebbnz.