Hot Pot Magazine

By Arvilla Fee

“I look at you, and I’m home”
~Dory: Finding Nemo, 2003

Words are not necessary;
the shawl of your love
sits on my shoulders, soft,
all encompassing.
We have our own language,
looks that pass between us,
entire conversations
spoken with our eyes,
a quirk of the mouth.
There’s a comfortableness,
two old throw pillows
that have been squished
between arms and chests
a thousand times.
We conquer miles with texts,
phone calls—any news worth
telling is told to you.
Should the end of the world
come, should we both end up
roaming the haggard streets,
we would only need
to find each other,
and we’d be home.

Arvilla Fee teaches English and is the managing editor for the San Antonio Review.
She has published poetry, photography, and short stories in numerous presses,
including Calliope, North of Oxford, Rat’s Ass Review, Mudlark, and many others. Her
poetry books, The Human Side and This is Life, are available on Amazon. Arvilla loves
photography and traveling and never leaves home without a snack and water (just in
case of an apocalypse). To learn more about her work, you can visit her website:
https://soulpoetry7.com/