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Star Map With Action Figures


ISSUE:  Fall 2018

 

More dark than gray, but not yet quite dark
entirely, the stories keep ending as if there were
a limit to what any story could hold onto, and this
the limit, the latest version of it, looking a lot like the sea
meeting shore. 

*

                            To constellate, the way desire
does, sometimes, with fear, or anger—both, occasionally—
and there’s been gentleness, too, I’m here, I’ve
always been here…

*

                                  Maybe between mystery
and what little we can say for sure
happened, lies a secret even 
memory itself keeps somewhere 
hidden because for now
it has to. 

*

                  Less like wishing too late, I mean, 
for a thing to be otherwise than like fire closing in 
so absolutely, it can almost seem intimacy 
had yet to be invented, and here’s the fire, 
inventing it: Constellate,
with me—  

*

                   Look at the field,
studded with the blue-black eyes of broken heroes. 
One of the eyes is moving. It can still see. What does it see?

 

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