Ours was a sky actual property so darkish, we may observe
the Milky Method cartwheeling over our home
may maintain the plasmic whiskers of its twilit clouds
accountable for our paradoxes: solely scar of a lightning
strike, the charcoal stripe alongside the palmetto
that solid its blond fronds in regards to the porch of the carriage home
the place my sisters and I hosted high-school events,
toasting the reluctance of my mother and father’ consent
waning with the waxing of a strawberry June moon
peculiar how gravity appeared to lure our intoxicants
to sick in the identical spot there under the tv
so recurrently, the residual acids of vomit corroding
a citric crater within the shag carpet and glamorous
to be 16, Gen Z, and, like, relate
to Diana Vreeland when Bob Colacello complained
Studio54 was changing into increasingly
like pagan Rome and he or she mentioned Isn’t that what we’re after?
glitter gurgling up a clam breath gap, homicide by a carton
of salt, pluff mud gripping my shins, oyster enamel
chewing me responsible, a child’s handprint occurring on the french doorways,
my mom perplexed clutching a bottle of windex
to consider the constellations conspired particularly for my story,
meant not even the pond out entrance may cover
beneath wooden ducktail feathers or pond scum or
milkweed tufts entranced by the breeze bending their adonic
faces to a mirrored image the place the galaxy lactated a method
rippled by my toes splashing and the boy I hadn’t beloved
not since January catching and pushingcatchingandpushing,
his Nikes planted within the oak-tree root system
equilibrium of the crooked swing of my torqued soar
one look into his face pulled the free thread free
the binding unraveling our bildungsroman to pages chickening out
go forward and picture a flurry of white-breasted nuthatches
and let’s name it a diversion, like that harrier hawk who selected
this night time to latch its talons into the scruff of our home cat
Mouse and carry her off to heaven like some fucked-up sacrifice
within the identify of a goddess trapped within the dim of a dying star mild.
