Writing by Paola Valentina. Illustration by Zoë Dutton.
i recall only some regrets,
and sigh cigarettes knowing
these cobblestones guard
the most grotesque secrets;
will the sidewalk ever end?
between segments of plastic
(both human and object)
it is certain love is lost
in the concrete bends;
where does the sidewalk end?
— and then —
— in the night —
eyelashes twirl into telescope segments
and I tilt my head just far enough
to forget where i placed my mortal body
in the abyss or the emptiness?
there’s hints of us from long ago:
white stars in eternal waltz
retracing genesis as it was
a slow expansion of relief
im a visitor to docile cosmos
the sweet hosts of my dreams
giant ghosts in the open dark
who turn to dust in light years
im fond of freckle constellations
that guide me in my solitude
navigating titillations
only i know the translations to
ive forged allies in the planets
with mysterious desires
distance is of little meaning
and i need not inquire
my skin’s taken in by a beckoning moon
opportune honeymoon and symphonic tunes
absorbed her history as my memory
i am a gradient of me and she
and i am here, where the
sidewalk ends.
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