| We’ve been told space is like two dark lips colliding like science fiction it outlines a small cosmos where fear hides in a glow where negative space becomes a place for wishing a constellation of hazy tunes of faint sharp vowels a glossary of meteors a telescope to god a cold bright white maybe distance damages us maybe Jupiter will suddenly surprise us with a notion of holiness but instead an old planet takes over all the space and we are reminded of the traces of fire in our gaze defining our infidelities Copyright © 2015 by Nathalie Handal. Used with permission of the author. |
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