Did you look up tonight?
see that thick moon curved into the sky notice
it will go away if you forget
notice the smell she leaves inside magazines
the shape she makes when pressed against red-linen’d mattressher bone structure Eastern European lineage her thumb slung into bent silver her appetite she forgets to eat lunch sometimes
notice the dent against her skull
when boys pushed her down because she was too homo
notice her heels frozen oceans cracked against feethair detangled due to boredom and persistence her hipbone chin freckles that gather in the summertime and worry the cancer
notice her push press of salt and blood against western earth
notice her grow into thunders
(notice the earth take notice of what it looks like for a moon to exist down here)
thanks brooklyn deli, a treat to find on the end of a usually-birthday-ish weekend. and that skyline, almost unfamiliar given the growth of that city without my knowing. but today, i find this, and i looked out at a sparkly ocean all day, as the tides rolled out with coffee and in with chamomile. thanks for this wordage to my westcoast heartbeats.