Chryste says we are our own planets
inside of a dive bar,
pulling men into our gravitational fields.
but I feel like an astronaut,
invisibly free falling
on the fringes of every celestial body.
I lock eyes with a trail of comets,
ensorcell a protostar,
blush in the presence of a red giant.
in the slow descent,
my beer boils,
forming tiny crystals
that encircle my head.
cosmic rays permanently toxify my body
through string lights and neon signs.
I am illumined
or maybe I’m drunk.
some mornings you wake me with a call
to arms, or a crawl as if in deep trenches
perhaps just your color wakes me,
as it twists into my dreams
becoming my dreams, pulling
the blackness from behind my eyelids
into the bed, taking shape and texture
you are a soft fiddle head fern
that runs through the wind,
imitating an ash-throated flycatcher
your forgiveness comforts me
and wakes me at night
if we meet and I seem mute,
it is because I am trapped
beneath crashing waves, in a rip tide
that swimming techniques can’t release me from
a pearl has been stuck in my throat since birth
creamy light rarely reflected
against my tongue, in quiet spaces
a shore is a gift unknown to me
but if ever I am graced with it’s broken landscape
I am pounded by dust devils
of shell and seaweed
like the sulking pier,
releasing barnacle ridden scripts
into shark infested waters
inviting a sunfish to take my place
for a sacrificial rite
moored for nights under moonlight
folding my entire being into
the natural order of a seascape silhouette
may hope follow the wake
through estuaries curtailing what proceeded
our linguistic bobbing
that first caused this muddy mess
ahead, in the dunes
a flock of gulls lifts the arching sunlight
in a dance of the daytime
idling on an asphalt river,
I saw what first appeared
to be rows of vehicles, yellow
from sunlit nurturing.
I was resting in a field of sunflowers, metallic
in procession with the wind
blinking, right or left
transmitting their desires to those around them.
how caring of those star-imitating blooms
to care about my safety
as I started to roll forward.