how can we see
past the metal edge?
It rusts and dissolves into flakes
coloring the water left behind
swaying violent in the wind
blistered from years on years.
Insects, idle twigs and bark, leaves —
too damp to keep their shapes,
their names.
Here we —
the heavy, breathing masses
piled
bodies on bodies
sweating,
writhing, grasping at vacant air
yet
there are constellations for us
there are colonies of light
We could drown here or
turn our heads
strain our necks,
our muddled gazes upward
to capture
an instant of it
a solitary vision of the sky as it burns white
millions of teeth
millions of eyes
xo, Rose
