Read Poem: Answer meets question, by Carissa Putriziandra Finneren

You asked me a question.
What do I love?
Love
Love
Love
How can I answer this
As if
What I love exists outside of me
Externally?
Internally I feel a sunrise3
Every time I open my eyes
Light grows through time
Lids close and the sun sets
Into many lands of the same name
Dream
Its here I swim in Your seas
Reconstructed memories
Rare moments of lucidity
Fluidity in specks of stars imploding
Showing
Movie after movie
Sometimes it moves me
Other times it leaves me
With a feeling
That I can’t quite explain
Or the question,
“what in the world was that all about? Meh, who cares?”

It’s the kind of love that you haven’t been waiting for
Because you’ve been too busy living through it
Breathing through it
Working reworking It as if you think you have a hold on it
Sometimes you can’t even sit…