Now the nascent air of January

makes me ache. With it comes your


voice, warm as brass inside

a body slurred with ice.


When sorrow made clear as air the snow

that wind would have to lug, I was sure


I’d hear it all the time:

a sound as cruel as lonely felt.


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Isabella DeSendi is a Cuban-Italian poet from Florida living in New York City. She is a recipient of the 2016 New York State Summer Writers Institute fellowship and is currently competing her MFA at Columbia University. Her poems have been published in Tea and Two Peach.

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