Sun Swallow

Barren space bellies belie
well-timed easy smiles
hands clasped behind backs, twinkling eyes

Born in a black hole
raised in that vacuum
you become intimate with echoes
the minuscule variance in colds
the way you feel between solids
what’s yours and what was that

It’s just me, it’s just me
frantic mantras like fizzy ginger-ale
coming of age under Mare Imbrium
two-way eyes adjust slower
fingers straight to mapped crevices

Though I have watched sloped jaws sneer at wonder
and slick, sundrunk bellies implode
I believe in love
I exist, real as the rest


Author: tendrilwise

Hi, I have a diploma in Journalism, I've published a novel, and I am currently studying psychology. My odd way of viewing the world either gets me kicked out of parties or invited to them. Jenn McKay

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