Poetry

(remember to turn off your cell phones, and please don’t masturbate)

in a backlit waiting room / outside: tv is loud / she’s
like [inaudible] dreaming of hands touching the inside
of the universe / he’s like / listen [static] / pulling /
closer / the universe is a wide open mouth / the edge /
is endless / [he laughs she laughs] here / like this /
inside: [she takes him] / cunt / mouth / eyes closed /
there / rightthere / [in slow motion] / she’s like
[inaudible] do you think the astronauts will see us? /
the stars / are not for lovers / he’s like
[muffled,grips,tighter,faster] we us me you under me
are a speck of light / the glow / the spark / the stars /
my love / have long already died —

Originally published in White Wall Review 41 (2017)

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