Guest post by Juliette Rapp. Juliette is an American post-grad gone rogue who moved to Rome last year in search of “something to write about.” She hopes to one day move to a small village in a seaside cliff, become a recluse, and write taunting letters to her student loan providers. In her free verse, she writes about navigating the lexical gap between bilingual lovers, at once made Other by their cultures and the emotional residue they bring to each other.
We have just finished making love. I am lying in your bed,
vaguely aware of the differences in our consciousness.
In the stillness, I blink away the seductive sirens of sleep.