Robyn Groth
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Robyn Groth is an Autistic poet and bookmaker with an MA in linguistics. She uses poetry to work with residents in memory care units. She is the author of Hello, Robot (Defunkt Mag + Press) and her poetry is published or forthcoming in Illiterature, Midway Journal, and Word For/ Word.
THIS POEM WILL BE SAD IF YOU DON’T READ IT,
OR, POEM FOR MY SPOON
“loneliness is still time spent / with the world”
-“Someday I’ll Love Ocean Vuong,” Ocean Vuong
Don’t worry,
I know
the darkness held
inside a mouth,
the loneliness,
coming out damp,
a breath of light,
and then back in,
the softness of a tongue,
a partner’s steady breath
as grounding as breakfast.
Spoon, I know the bump,
from when somebody bent you
out of shape & back again, I know
that it is still there. Spoon,
I know you’re anxious
for time spent lightly
loafing over granola
in a white Mikasa bowl,
a day when you feel
a thumb-size hollow
fill up briefly—
puddle of almond milk,
Saturday morning sun—
a day when your body knows
it is here with the world.
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